ecstasy.
He rested his head between her shoulders. “That was amazing. How can it feel that good that fast?”
His curiosity made her smile. “I don’t’ know,” she said. “That might be a record for me.”
“How are we going to clean up?” He looked around the dressing room. “I can’t wipe you down with jeans I haven’t bought.”
She laughed and directed him to the tissues in her purse. He wiped her back and kissed her. She touched his sleeping cock. “Now you’ll be able to fit in those jeans. If this guy was awake, you’d never be able to button them.”
He kissed her nose. She peeked out the dressing room door. “I’d better sneak out of here.”
She slid out, and thought she’d made a clean break, until a Bloomingdales staff member stopped her. “The women’s dressing rooms are that way, miss,” the elderly gentleman in the bow-tie said.
She giggled like a schoolgirl and said, “Oh! Of course. Silly me!”
The salesman raised one eyebrow at her. “Why don’t you head that way.”
“Right,” she said.
“Oh, and miss?”
“Yes?”
“I’ve been working here for twenty years. I’ve seen it all. You might have thought you were being quiet, but you’ll have to do better than that.”
*
Mia thought she’d gotten used to the bombshells that Blaine tended to drop on her, but his proclamation in the kitchen the next day made no sense.
“What you do you mean, you have to run a charter? We’re supposed to leave the day after tomorrow.”
“I know…but I cancelled on this guy for this weekend, obviously. He asked if I could take him out tomorrow morning. I feel bad. He’d planned to take two important clients with him.”
“Blaine—there are other charters!”
“I know, but this guy has been great about bringing me clients.”
“Why do you care so much? It’s not like you need the money.”
Blaine threw up his hands. “It’s not about the money, Mia. I love taking people fishing. It makes me happy. It makes me happier than anything that ever made me tons of money.”
She sighed. “Okay, I’m sorry. That was out of line.”
“I get it. I get that it seems weird that I’d want to work… basically in manual labor… with the money I have. But it’s my passion.”
Mia walked across the kitchen and hugged him. “You haven’t even packed yet.”
He kissed the top of her head. “I can pack in an hour. Throw some stuff in a bag and sort it out when we get there. Besides, I’m taking the boat down. You’ll be there a day or two before me.”
“That makes me nervous.”
“It will be fine. I have a guy down there, Calvin, who takes care of everything for me. He’ll meet you at the airport. Take you to the rental house. Make sure you have everything.”
“I know… and it will be good for me.” She squeezed him. “An adventure.”
“I have to go to bed early. Have to be up at 4am. You want to spend the night?”
She agreed and they brushed their teeth, changed into pajamas, and completed the other mundane going to bed rituals. She slid under the down comforter beside him and snuggled into the crook of his arm. He kissed her, but didn’t make a move to take it any further. That was fine with Mia. She listened
He rested his head between her shoulders. “That was amazing. How can it feel that good that fast?”
His curiosity made her smile. “I don’t’ know,” she said. “That might be a record for me.”
“How are we going to clean up?” He looked around the dressing room. “I can’t wipe you down with jeans I haven’t bought.”
She laughed and directed him to the tissues in her purse. He wiped her back and kissed her. She touched his sleeping cock. “Now you’ll be able to fit in those jeans. If this guy was awake, you’d never be able to button them.”
He kissed her nose. She peeked out the dressing room door. “I’d better sneak out of here.”
She slid out, and thought she’d made a clean break, until a Bloomingdales staff member stopped her. “The women’s dressing rooms are that way, miss,” the elderly gentleman in the bow-tie said.
She giggled like a schoolgirl and said, “Oh! Of course. Silly me!”
The salesman raised one eyebrow at her. “Why don’t you head that way.”
“Right,” she said.
“Oh, and miss?”
“Yes?”
“I’ve been working here for twenty years. I’ve seen it all. You might have thought you were being quiet, but you’ll have to do better than that.”
*
Mia thought she’d gotten used to the bombshells that Blaine tended to drop on her, but his proclamation in the kitchen the next day made no sense.
“What you do you mean, you have to run a charter? We’re supposed to leave the day after tomorrow.”
“I know…but I cancelled on this guy for this weekend, obviously. He asked if I could take him out tomorrow morning. I feel bad. He’d planned to take two important clients with him.”
“Blaine—there are other charters!”
“I know, but this guy has been great about bringing me clients.”
“Why do you care so much? It’s not like you need the money.”
Blaine threw up his hands. “It’s not about the money, Mia. I love taking people fishing. It makes me happy. It makes me happier than anything that ever made me tons of money.”
She sighed. “Okay, I’m sorry. That was out of line.”
“I get it. I get that it seems weird that I’d want to work… basically in manual labor… with the money I have. But it’s my passion.”
Mia walked across the kitchen and hugged him. “You haven’t even packed yet.”
He kissed the top of her head. “I can pack in an hour. Throw some stuff in a bag and sort it out when we get there. Besides, I’m taking the boat down. You’ll be there a day or two before me.”
“That makes me nervous.”
“It will be fine. I have a guy down there, Calvin, who takes care of everything for me. He’ll meet you at the airport. Take you to the rental house. Make sure you have everything.”
“I know… and it will be good for me.” She squeezed him. “An adventure.”
“I have to go to bed early. Have to be up at 4am. You want to spend the night?”
She agreed and they brushed their teeth, changed into pajamas, and completed the other mundane going to bed rituals. She slid under the down comforter beside him and snuggled into the crook of his arm. He kissed her, but didn’t make a move to take it any further. That was fine with Mia. She listened
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