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“Wait for me,” I growl, pushing open my door.

Fuck!

She opens the rear passenger door and gets off, not waiting for me.

“Dior, you need to wait for me to open your door, and you need to stay at my side,” I snarl, shaking my head.

She’s going to fucking kill me!

And we just started!

Fuck!

Dior shrugs, waking into the Louis Vuitton shop, looks over her shoulder, sending me a sassy smile.

I squint my eyes, looking at her mischievous smile, walking a couple of feet behind her, looking at her fine ass. I sigh; shaking my head; I force myself to look around the store, checking for any plausible threat.

“Spencer, what do you think? It’s so cute, right?” Dior says, holding up the cream leather stylishly square oversized Onthego GM tote.

I nod, standing next to her, crossing my arms.

“Awesome, I’m glad that you like it. I’m taking it,” Dior says, handing the tote bag to the salesperson, grinning.

She takes a step to get closer to me, placing her small hand on my arm.

“I’m having so much fun, especially because you’re shopping with me. I want to get some cute bras and nighties at Victoria’s Secret. Would you please help me select some sexy lingerie?” Dior says winking.

I stare at her stone-faced.

I’m not answering that.

Fuck no!

“Thank you, I know that you will enjoy the tote,” the salesperson says smiling, pleased with the sale.

“Thanks,” Dior says, handing me the bag. She turns, walks out of the store, taking sexy steps towards Victoria’s Secret, looking over her shoulder every so often.

Dior walks into the store, chuckling at her naughty thoughts. She walks over to the table full of different types of lingerie in all colors. She smiles, pulls one up to look at it stretching it out, then she tosses it back. She does that with lots of different lingerie.

Dior turns to look at me, pulls up one sexy black lacy thong.

Fuck!

Diorzella is killing me.

“Spencer, what do you think? Is this sexy enough? What about color? Black? Red? White?” Dior asks, smiling, watching every muscle in my body tense.

I grind my molars, looking at the small lingerie, swallowing. I gaze into Dior’s excited bright eyes.

“Dior, any of those will work,” I say, nodding as I lower my eyelids halfway. I need to cover my reaction to her and the small material that she holds up.

Fuck!

I clench my hands, staring at her stone-faced.

Dior selects a handful of lingerie and turns to hand them to me, giggling.

“Spencer, please hold these for me. I need to look at the bras. I want them to match,” Dior says, walking over to the bras, looking at me innocently.

I follow her, carrying the Vuitton bag in one hand and the lingerie in my other hand. I press my lips into a thin line, stopping next to her watching her stare at the bra closing my eyes.

I can’t fucking stop the image of her wearing these sexy as fuck material.

“Oh my god, Spencer, look at this cute bra! It matches the thong perfectly, don’t you think? Do you think it will look good on me?” Dior asks, innocently looking at me wide-eyed.

“It will look amazing on you; in fact, anything you pick will be perfect,” I say in a raspy voice.

“Aww, that’s so sweet of you,” Dior says, grinning. She picks several bras and hands them to me, patting my chest walks away.

“I’m going to look at those cute baby dolls,” Dior says, gesturing to the rear corner.

I follow her, looking at her swaying hips. Damn, she caught me watching her perfect ass.

Yeah, she’s amused, and I’m fucking hard.

“Spencer, look at this pleated baby doll! What do you think? Won’t this be just too sexy for me,” Dior says, looking innocently, raising her perfectly arched eyebrow?

“Yeah, it will be perfect,” I croak, standing next to her.

“Yes, I’m taking this one and that one,” Dior says, nodding. She grabs both baby dolls, amused looks over her shoulder at me, winking.

“I’m ready to get these,” Dior says, nodding. She walks over to the cash register to pay.

I follow her really close, handing her the lingerie, inhaling, and exhaling deeply. I attempt to stealthily adjust my raging hard flesh.

“Spencer, I need to get some new swimming suits,” Dior says, wide-eyed, turning with the Victoria Secret bags.

She hands them to me, grabbing my arm goes up onto her toes to kiss my lips softly, pulling back wide-eyed.

“You’ve been so sweet and patient. Thank you,” Dior says breathlessly.

I nod, clenching my jaw, inhaling deeply.

“You’re welcome,” I say, gazing into her glittering eyes.

“Let’s go, but I’m parched; I would like to get something to drink,” Dior says, walking out of the store. I follow her down the mall like a fucking puppy.

Yeah, that’s how it feels.

I know, I’m her guard but fuck!

She goes to get some tea from Starbucks and then walks over to take a seat. She hands me a cup, grinning.

I take a seat next to her, placing the bags on the small table. I take a drink of the tea, watching her closely.

“Spencer, I’m almost done shopping, but I need to go to the spa. I know that you’re going to love it. I’m loving that you’re shopping with me,” Dior says, batting her eyelashes.

I squint my calm gray eyes, looking at her over the rim of the cup as I take a drink of the tea.

Two hours later is when she’s done. I thought she said that she’s almost done with her shopping.

Fuck1

I followed Dior out of the spa carrying the shopping bags. I grind my molars, shaking my head.

Damn, she’s enjoying every single minute of this sweet torture. She insisted that