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Immediately forgetting about the inappropriate surroundings, Bette plunged into the keen pleasure of the kiss. She breathed out a low, rumbling moan when her mouth opened against Tina’s. Her hands found Tina’s bottom and cupped the warm, round curve of her buttocks, pulling her closer.
”You can’t be that hot,” Tina panted into the fervent kiss, touching Bette all over.
”Um, maybe you would like some help? Can I get you anything else to try on?” called out the shop assistant’s voice.
Bette tore her mouth away from Tina’s, turning her head to the side. ”No, thanks! We’ll be out in a minute!” she declared loudly.
They remained still for a moment to make certain the assistant was out of earshot. Then, Bette turned her head to look Tina in the eyes that were filled with sexual longing.
”Baby, we have to go before I violate my parole for having sex in a fitting room,” the brunette chuckled quietly.
Tina bit on her lip, her eyes roaming over Bette’s face. ”I just want you all the damn time…” she let out in a whiny whisper. ”I don’t want to go to Alice’s party… I wanna go home and have sex with you…”
Bette laughed out loud, wrapping her arms around Tina. ”I thought we’ve decided to slow down?”
”YOU have decided to slow down. I have no intention suppressing my desire for you,” Tina pouted as Bette guided her out of the fitting room.
”Besides, I want to go to my welcome back party, especially since I look so fabulous tonight,” Bette smirked and leaned in to Tina, placing a sonorous kiss to her temple.
Once they came up to the cashier’s desk, Bette told the shop assistant that she was going to walk out in the clothes she was buying. When the price was announced, out of the corner of her eye Bette saw Tina holding out her credit card to the assistant. Immediately, Bette grabbed Tina’s wrist before her hand would reach further.
Baffled, Tina raised her eyes to Bette’s, which had a no-nonsense look about them.
”What are you doing?” the brunette asked in a low voice, her expression stone-faced.
Tina swallowed, realizing she had made a decision to pay without consulting Bette. Under the pressure of Bette’s grip, Tina pulled her hand away from the shop assistant. She watched in uncomfortable detachment as Bette put the needed amount of cash on the counter and exchanged a few words of politeness with the assistant.