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Stephanie smelled like icing and donuts by the end of her shift and she just wanted to go home and put on a shirt that didn't smell like vanilla extract. She felt like a walking perfume advertisement for cupcakes. It usually wasn't so bad but she had been in this damn shop for so long that she needed fresh air... or maybe salty air. Was there a shop that only sold fries? Probably not.

Carlos was already outside when Stephanie got off work. She had to begrudgingly admire his punctuality. He looked good. Had he even changed? He was wearing the same jeans but he definitely had on a new shirt. This one was white while the other had been gray. It was so pure and tight that she wanted to tear it off him. She licked her lips. She was thankful she couldn't see his arms or she might actually destroy the article. She couldn't wait to press her face into the leather of his jacket. She hoped on unceremoniously. There was a familiar satisfaction when she wrapped her arms around him.

The ride was short and she ran to change quickly. She would have showered if she had the time but unfortunately she would have to settle for clean clothes. She greeted her parents on her way up the stairs. She was grateful she had called them while at work or she would have been sucked into a long conversation. She stared at her room for a moment. Her clothes were scattered all over the room and quite frankly she didn't know what was clean and what was dirty. She threw clothes around occasionally sniffing something. She didn't have a damn clue what she was looking for.

She groaned loudly. She was not expecting the resounding chuckle that came from behind her. Carlos was looking at her while leaning against the door frame. He looked all too pleased with her struggle. Stephanie threw a shoe at him. She was disappointed when it missed his head. She looked back at her clothes and found a pair of jeans that looked clean enough. She turned around to look for a shirt and was met with navy blue fabric in her face. Carlos was smirking in the kind of manner that made her want to punch his perfect jaw.

"No," she said with a scowl.

"Why not?"

"Because I shoved it in the back of the closet for a reason! It was a gift."

Carlos scowled and stepped forward. "From who?"

Stephanie had to bite back a smile. Oh my, Batman does not look happy.

"Why? Are you jealous?"

His eyes darkened and she felt her stomach flip. He didn't answer her. He pressed his body against her and let his mouth hover over hers, never breaking eye contact. Stephanie's eyes dropped to his lips before moving back to his dark gaze. She wet her lips unconsciously. Her lips began to quiver and her body trembled in anticipation. She leaned forward a smidge but his lips pulled back, just out of her reach. She bit back a groan.

"Mary Lou. It was a birthday present from Mary Lou," she whispered.

He smiled before the hard strength of his arm was wrapped around her back and pulled her against him before his lips claimed her in a swearing kiss. His lips teased and possessed her. Her arms wrapped around him as she allowed him to claim her mouth. She traced his lips with her tongue, hoping for more but he pulled away and wriggled his brow in satisfaction.

She groaned. "Fine. I'll wear the damn thing."

He smacked her ass, making her jump, before leaving the room so that she could change. She watched him leave and groaned. He really did have an amazing ass. She shook her head and stripped out of her clothing. She looked at her underwear and frowned. Definitely not cute. With a groan she slipped on a pair of white cotton panties and a bra that matched the devil contraption Carlos had chosen. She looked in the mirror. The bra was magic; it pushed her breasts up and presented them as though they were on a platter. She slipped on the dress and sighed. She had already agreed to wear it.

She was lacing up a pair of tawny boots when Carlos knocked on her door. He didn't wait for an answer. His shoulders easily took up the space of the door frame. She lowered her foot and looked at him anxiously. She tugged awkwardly at the hem of dress. He walked to her in unhurried steps. She looked up at him but his eyes weren't on her face. His eyes followed the soft fabric of the dress that stretched over the swell of her chest. She held her breath, not realizing her chest rose with the action. He brought one hand up and made twirling motion with his index finger.

Steph turned slowly. When her back was to him she had the immediate desire to turn back around. His hands trailed down her arms and she shivered. When his hands rested over hers, he gripped them and brought them up to wrap around his neck. Her body stretched with the motion and his hands followed the tension down her arms, teasingly cupping her breasts as his hands continued their journey down her body. His long fingers drifted over her sides, making her arch at the gentle touch. It was fleeting and his fingers continued down the curve of her hip and down her thigh until his fingers felt the naked warmth of her skin.

Stephanie was a heaving mess. His touch was so fleeting that it left her on edge. Her fingers threaded into his loose locks and tugged. She needed him to touch her, really touch her! His hands reversed their trail. They bunched up the tight fabric of her dress as they came back up. He gripped her hips tightly as he took the lobe of her left ear into his mouth. He nibbled and sucked gently before releasing it with a tender kiss to the hollow behind it.

"Are you wearing panties?" His voice was a hot and low.

She could only nod.

"Good." He smirked into her neck before turning her around quickly, grabbing her ass, kissing her swiftly and pulling away.

Stephanie started at him as he left her room. He wasn't seriously going to leave after that? She ran after him. She groaned when she saw him sitting on his motorcycle as if nothing had happened. She had to shove the hem up to sit behind him. She wrapped her arms around him begrudgingly. She was blaming it all on the dress. She forgot it all for a moment while they rode. She came back to reality when they parked. She swung off the bike and tugged the dress down. She looked at him only to see him staring at her ass. She scowled and punched him. A bad idea; she shook her hand as the pain radiated through it.

Damn bodycon dress.

AND THERE YOU HAVE IT!

Party and Lula next chapter and maybe, if you're all good little reviewers I can think up some funtimes for the lovely couple.