It was midnight before Joyce heard the hotel room door click open and shut. She lay with her back to the door and she heard him undressing, muffling a cough in his shirt sleeve.

"Baby, you awake?" His warm hand caressed her shoulder but she pretended to be asleep, still angry at him for being gone all day. He settled in behind her, wrapping an arm around her middle and drawing her closer. "I know you're awake, and you're mad at me. And you have every right to be. I'm sorry."

She sighed and wiggled further against him. "I know you have to do what you have to do."

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The next morning after breakfast and getting dressed he lead her out to the street by the hand. He'd laid down the law that today he was going to buy something new and pretty for her.

"I hate shopping, Jim."

"Because you never buy anything for yourself. This is all about you today, sweetheart. No shopping for the boys. Just for you. I want you to pick out something you'd never buy for yourself."

As they walked through the town square he pulled her into an upscale sort of store. As he surveyed the place she took up a men's shirt and began eyeing him. "Not for me. For you." He chided.

She felt really underdressed in her grey sweater and black pencil skirt.

He turned her attention to the dresses and she turned over the tag on one. "Jim! This place is expensive!" She hissed, stressing the last word. He grabbed a random dress from the rack beside him. Red looked hot on her. Anything looked hot on her.

"Try on this one." He said, offering it to her.

"It's pretty but it's cut too low. And backless. I'm a mother, Hop."

"And my hot wife, Mrs. Hop. Just try it on, will ya?"

She rolled her eyes and traded it for the right size.

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The dress was dark red and knee length, backless. He knocked on the dressing room door, "Are you going to model it for me?"

"It's too racy."

"Let me see."

When she opened the door he didn't say a word. She crossed her arms over her cleavage impulsively, sure that he didn't like it.

"Give me the tags. I'll go pay for it." He said, biting his lip.

"This is too racy Jim! And too pricey!"

He moved his gaze from her long enough to look around for workers. When he found they were alone he slid into the room and clicked the door shut softly behind him.

She looked at him wide eyed as he closed the space between them. "Let me see the back of it." He whispered, turning her to face the wall. She could see the lust in his eyes in the reflection of the floor length mirror as he pressed his hips into her backside.

"Jim-" she breathed as he ground into her, gently pressing her against the wall. He bunched the material up around her waist and rubbed over the pantyhose and her panties, sending an electric current from her head to her toes.

"We're buying this dress, sweetheart. And you're going to wear it out of here." He whispered into her ear before pushing her hair aside and kissing her bare shoulder blade, his hips rolling into hers in a steady rhythm.

"Seriously, I could buy like four dresses at home for the price of this one." She breathed, leaning back into his movements and biting back a moan.

"If you wear it back to the hotel, we'll get our money's worth out of it. Let Daddy buy this for you, sweetheart."

She covered her mouth with the back of her hand, concealing her laughter. "I thought we agreed this 'Daddy' thing was awkward."

"I'm kinda into it, actually." He admitted. "Let Daddy spoil you a little, Princess." He popped the tag from the dress and ending the discussion.

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He left her to put herself back together as he snuck off to the counter, presenting the tag to the pretty blonde behind the counter.

She caught up to him right after he'd paid and he quickly pocketed the receipt, passing her the bag to deposit her previous outfit in. She caught him winking at the sales lady, causing a brief spite of jealousy to flare up and in her. "Gotta spoil my lady a little." He grinned and Joyce rolled her eyes at him, reaching for his hand. He retrieved their shopping bag and followed her outside.

"Thank you, Daddy." She said lowly as he pulled her close to his side under his arm.

"You're welcome, sweetheart. And when we get home I'm taking you out and you're wearing it."

"The whole town will laugh at me."

"Correction, the whole town will be jealous of me. You look amazing in that dress, Joyce. I don't know what I have to do to prove to you that you're beautiful. I don't know how Lonnie programmed you to think so badly of yourself, but you've always been the sexiest woman I've known." He admitted, expressing the anger he felt over how badly Lonnie had emotionally beat her down over the years. Her grip tightened on the back of his henley.

He stopped her on the sidewalk and cupped her face in his hand, turning her face to his. He kissed her deeply, all tongues and teeth until they both were out of breath and several passerby's wolf whistled. He smiled and reached for her hand.

"Let's go back to the hotel so I can show you just how beautiful you are to me. Again. And again. And again." He whispered and she blushed. "I love it when you do that." He laughed, taking her hand and leading her up the street towards the hotel.

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Back in their room he pulled her to him, hiking up her dress. His hands wandered her bare back. "I'm not kidding, you look amazing in this dress."

He started unbuckling his belt and she pushed his hands aside, doing it for him. "Let me take care of you, Daddy." She purred as she got down on her knees.

He growled obscenities under his breath as she pleasured him, his hands tangled in her hair.

He picked her up and lay her across the bed, making quick work of tearing her pantyhose and panties, bunching up the material of her dress to her hips. "I need you, baby." He kissed her hungrily as he entered her, pressing her body into the mattress under him. "You're so goddamn beautiful." He mumbled as he gently bit down on the flesh where her neck met her shoulder as he moved in her. "And mine. All mine. Mrs. Joyce Lee Hopper."

Her nails raked his back as she moaned, riding out his motions languidly, the delicious burn in her belly almost unbearable. She stopped him and scooted to the edge of the bed, laying on her belly. He pulled her hips to him and entered her again, biting back a moan over the new angle. He fisted the material of the dress as he rolled his hips into her, his other hand traveling her spine. "Beautiful. Beautiful." He repeated his mantra as he moved, his hand moving around to circle her core.

They both reached the peak and fell together a heated mess on the bed, trying to regain their breath. "You know it's hard to believe," she laughed, "it took an inter-dimensional monster to bring us together like this. I could've been having sex this good for years."

He laughed too and reached for a cigarette. "Yeah, we're pretty damn good at this sex thing." He emphasized by patting her knee.

"Do we really have to go back to our real lives tomorrow?" She asked, stealing his cigarette and taking a puff.

"Yep." He replied, moving to the bottom of the bed and grasping her thighs. "But I still have the rest of the night to prove to you how beautiful you are." She quickly snubbed the cigarette and gripped the sheets.