Page 73 of A Not So Merry Rescue
The only hitch is how busy the mall is. Because of course, the fact it’s the holiday week escaped me when this brilliant plan came to fruition. Also, no way we can avoid all the holiday decorations. Thinking fast, I try to preemptively strike down her dissent.
“I have an idea. It’s not the best I’ve ever had, but it’s an idea which I put some thought into.”
“O-kay.” She draws out the last syllable.
“My plan is threefold.”
She giggles, and my cock takes notice. “Threefold. Interesting. Let’s hear it.”
I find a spot about halfway from the door and put the car in park, leaving the engine to idle in the chance she disagrees. “One. Public sex.”
She gasps, darts her eyes to the building and back to me. “At the mall? At the busiest time of the year?” Her voice pitches higher, anxiety creeping in.
“In the dressing room. Of Victoria’s Secret or Soma.”
Her shoulders fall from her ears, but she’s not convinced. “It might be busy in there. We could get caught.”
I wiggle my eyebrows. “Half the fun of public sex.”
“You speak from experience?” she wonders.
I neither confirm nor deny but continue. “Two. I get to see what undergarments you’re wearing today.”
“We could do that at home.”
My ears catch on her use of “home,” but I can’t dwell on it presently. I’ll come back to it later.
“We’d have to wait until later. I’ve been imagining what they look like since this morning. The wait is killing me.”
She calls my bluff with a raised brow but instead of refuting, speculates, “And the third?”
“Three. You pick out stuff to try on, hence why we need a dressing room, and then when we’re done, I’ll slip my card into the machine to pay for your purchase of a new matching set.” Her eyes ignite, and I don’t question whether she’ll agree.
She’s in.
She doesn’t answer immediately, her gaze staring out the windshield. “We’ll have to be quiet. And quick. We’ll need napkins, something to clean up the mess.”
Before she can change her mind, I reach into the console,producing a wad of napkins. “Stuff these in your purse. Oh, and these, too.” I dig the condoms from my wallet and hand them over.
Her aghast look halts my movements. “We won’t have enough time for both.” She tries to push one back to me, but I grab her purse from the ground and shove them inside.
“Maybe you’ll need a bra from both Victoria’s SecretandSoma.”
She wants to be shocked, to not want that, but her eyes give her away. Like lights on a Christmas tree, they twinkle with exuberance.
And just like that, I’m introducing Willa to public sex.
If I thought the parking lot was packed, it’s nothing compared to the inside. Hordes of people congregate everywhere. Last-minute shopping at its finest. Normally, crowds don’t bother me, but the ache in my pants since Willa agreed to my plan begs to differ.
“Where to first?”
“Soma.”
I stop at the map to find exactly where it’s located, then I drag her by the hand to our destination, doing my best to avoid the most decorated areas, shielding her from the visual aspects. Her body is tense, but I’m guessing it’s more from the anticipation of what we’re about to do than the decor.
Fighting through throngs of people—from crying kids to senior citizens mall walking—we make it to Soma in one piece. The closer we get, the harder it is to conceal the erection in my pants.
“What’s your size?”
