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Harker had thought he’d been in hell all week knowing Alison was his wife and not being able to touch her but that was just a prelude. This. This was hell. He glanced at his watch. They’d been at the mall for over three hours. Three Hours! And she still hadn’t found even one dress or skirt. He’d bought his jeans in under twenty minutes. “Just pick a skirt and let’s go eat.”
“I have to find something that looks good. Slimming.” She held the skirt up to her body. “And you’re no help.”
“What did I do? I told you I liked the gray one.”
“The gray one made my butt look huge.” She glanced over her shoulder, frowning at the lush, soft ass he’d been fantasizing about for months.
He’d imagined all sorts of activities with that butt—slapping it, kissing it, bending her over and watchin
