“What are you, my mother?” he teases, and I smile when he cracks a small smile.
“Careful, or I might make you run around the store to see if the shoes make you run faster or not.”
“That’s not funny,” he says, grabbing my arm and pulling me to him. I go willingly, wrapping my arms around his neck as he places his hands on my hips.
“Like I’ve told you a million times, I’m a comedic genius. If you don’t like it, then you don’t have to come to my shows or watch my Netflix special,” I whisper. He rolls his eyes and dips his head to capture my lips in a soft kiss.
It only lasts a few seconds before he pulls away.
“I’ll support you no matter what you want to be; comedian, pole dancer, street sweeper, doesn’t matter to me.”
I smile at him, “A stripper, huh?”
He smiles back. “I’d pay for private shows on that one.”
“You wouldn’t get upset about people looking at me all day?”
“Nope, because I’d know at the end of the day, it would be my cock buried deep inside this tight pussy.”
My face flushes red, and suddenly this room is too small, and I have no air in my lungs. Leave it to him to make me horny in the middle of a dressing room stall.
“Be a good boy and try on those shirts,” I whisper, nipping his ear. He growls softly, which makes me smirk at him.
“You’re such a pain in my ass,” he says as I pull away.
I shrug. “Are there any other jeans that you like other than the ones you are wearing?” I ask, looking up at him. He stares at me for a few seconds before he gives in and picks up one of the pairs that are nicely folded on one of the benches.
“Yes, I liked these ones, too.”
“Thank you, now take those ones off and try on something else, please.”
“Yes, ma’am,” He says, handing them to me.
I smile at him as I take the two pairs of jeans, shutting the dressing room door behind me. I go, find the jeans on the shelves, and pick out a couple more, in the same brand, fit, and size. I grab a few colors before taking them over to the girl at the checkout counter.
“Here are these,” I say with a smile, and she nods before ringing them in for me.
“Anything else?” she asks.
“Yeah, I’ll be back with some more stuff.”
She nods, and I walk away again.
I leave Beckett alone to allow him time to try on his shirts. While he’s changing, I wander around the store and pick out a few other things for him. A new wallet, socks, a belt, underwear, a cologne that smells heavenly, and a couple of hats.
I drop them back off at the checkout counter before going to the changing rooms to check on him.
I knock on the door, and he unlocks it for me to come in.
“I like these ones, but I don’t like these ones,” he explains, pointing to the two piles.
“Ok, I can work with that. What did you think about the shoes?”
“They are actually pretty comfy.”
“Good, good. Ok, you change, and I’ll take all this up to the front,” I say with a smile, and he nods.
I leave the stuff that he doesn’t like and take the shoes and the shirts that he did like with me to the front.
