Free Bracelets

She walked the aisles like she owned the place, Remy LaCroix slim in a short skirt and nothing else under it. She stopped at the bracelets, snapped a pair around her wrist, and headed for the door without paying. Parker Ambrose caught her by the arm at the exit. He didn’t yell. He just smiled, dragged her into the back stockroom, and made her drop to her knees. She opened her mouth and took him in, sucking hard, spit running down her chin. When he bent her over a crate and pushed into her ass she bit her lip but stayed quiet, taking every inch until her body gave in and she came hard around him. He pulled out, pushed her down, and finished in her open mouth. She swallowed most of it, the rest splashed across her face, dripping from her lashes as she looked up, defiant even now.