“Where are we going?” I asked, somewhat out of breath. Cal glanced over his shoulder, his eyes still unnervingly dark. “I need to fuck you,” he rumbled, and I nearly fainted. “Here!?” I rasped as he shoved me down an aisle in the very back of the store. “We can’t! This is a self-serve warehouse, Cal! This is where people come to get their furniture. Someone could see!” “Then you better come quick,” he snarled, tossing me down the industrial aisle. I stumbled over my words as his eyes darted around the shelves, and he pulled a box down, ripping it open and sliding out a large mirror. “What are
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