Page 25 of Marvelous

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Yes, I knew what they were.

I was a man, but I wasn’t a stupid one.

She had a body made for sinning.

A curvaceous figure with the right number of curves.

Some men might call her fat, but I called her stunning.

There was something about having more to hold on to.

To grab it.

Fuck it.

Love it.

I had to stop.

I brought up an image of a mutilated... yeah, that got my hard on to go back down.

Then it was raring to go once again because I got her eyeing me as I made my way to her.

Those eyes of hers, fucking stunning.

They reminded me of a cat’s eyes. The perfect, unattainable green color.

Fucking cheshire-colored eyes.

Needing to get my hard-on to go back down, I tagged a cart, then looked at her, “Ready?”

She nodded.

Then we made our way through the store, and I noticed she was putting things in the cart in a separate location from where I was putting my things.

I lifted a brow at her as she put a pack of cheese in there, “What?”

“Why are you putting things in the cart separate from mine?”

She looked at me like I was stupid.

“Umm, I’m getting this stuff for my place.”

I nodded, “Yeah. And?”

“I plan to pay for it.” She said slowly.

That was when I got it.

And fuck. Me.

I hadn’t had a woman want to pay for her own stuff in years.

Well. Shit.

Then I blurted out my thought before I had time to pull it back, “Are you single?”

She chuckled, then nodded, “Yeah. You?”

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