Page 57 of Unexpected Delivery

I didn’t want to be the inconsiderate, dickhead roommate constantly bringing hookups home, so I know I’ve never fucked the sales associate at the boutique Lexie recommended.

What I can’t figure out is if she wants to fuck me or she’s glaring daggers because of the way I look.

It’s happened before.

People see the neck tattoos and the ones on my hands, and it’s like they can’t hold back the judgment.

The sales lady spots me watching her and smiles, fluttering her lashes.

Okay, so, was she giving Arbor the evil eye, and, more importantly, why?

I know people watch me like they need to make sure I’m not about to rob them or steal something, but Arbor looks as meek as they come. There’s no way that lady thinks she’s a risk, and the snotty look is about to piss me off.

What was Lexie thinking when she sent me here? Maybe she’s had a better experience, but I’m officially fucking annoyed.

“Do you like this one?” Arbor asks, pulling a long sleeve gray dress off the rack. It has a high neckline, so she would never be able to breastfeed in it, but it does have a black ribbon just under where her tits would end, and it looks like it’ll fit her well.

“It’s sexy.” I wiggle my eyebrows, tugging her closer with a hand on her lower back. “Wanna try it on for me?”

She grins, peering up at me from under her dark lashes. “Yeah, but I think I should get a backup, in case this one only looks good on the hanger.”

I smirk. “I’m all for a multi-option fashion show.”

The snotty sales associate continues to glare as I wait across from the changing room. The dressing rooms are all down this hallway, which she has a full view of from the checkout desk. Honestly, it takes everything in me not to flip her off. Maybe then she would stop staring.

The door opens, and Arbor’s smiling face greets me. “What do you think?”

My eyes dance from her head down to her bare feet, and I lick my lips as I skim my gaze back up. She’s in the second option she snagged, which is a simple little black dress. It’s tight up top and shows off her curves with a flared-out style around her waist and hips. She’s made a few comments about how she hasn’t gotten back to her pre-pregnancy size, but she looks fucking stunning to me.

“Goddamn, sweetheart, you are delectable,” I growl, taking a step forward.

Arbor’s eyes widen as she takes a tentative step back.

Doesn’t she know better than to run from a half-feral alpha?

She keeps retreating, and her back hits the mirror behind her. What I wouldn’t give to be able to lift her, wrap her feet around my ass, and kiss the fuck out of her.

“Y-You like it?”

“I fucking love it,” I assure her, brushing my fingers over her cheek. That indescribable electric scent of hers hits my nose, and I’m in real fucking trouble. My cock jolts, thickening against my thigh. Hopefully my jeans provide decent coverage. I push her hair over her shoulder and bend close to her ear. “How do you feel about it? That’s what really matters.”

“I love it.” She nods, and only now do I notice how her chest rises and falls rapidly.

Everything in me says she wants me as much as I want her, and my lips brush her cheek as I kiss my way to her pretty pink lips. Her hands come to rest on my biceps, and she opens for me, allowing me to deepen the kiss. Her scent, combined with her naughty little tongue teasing around mine, makes me ache to push for more, but rationally, I know that’s not possible.

“I’m going to need you to step out, sir,” the sales associate says from behind me. “One person per dressing room.”

It’s hard not to growl at her toget fucked, but at the same time, I did promise to get Arbor back to Gracie as quickly as possible.

I peck a final kiss on Arbor’s soft lips and step back. “Let’s get them both, and you can decide which one to wear once we’re at home.”

Arbor looks dazed as she nods, and it makes my chest puff with pride.

Now I just need to tackle warning her about my history and hope that doesn’t fuck up everything.

Arbor sits in the passenger seat as I drive us home.

I stretch back in the seat, using my left hand to steer and lean over, planting my right on her thigh. “I don’t know if now is a good time, but I wanted to tell you a little about my past and give you the opportunity to back out of going tomorrow night.”

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