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“This is the last time,” Blair insists, tidying up her wrinkled outfit and averting her eyes away from Chuck's knowing smirk as he looks around the huge changing room of the empty lingerie store.
Many different scraps of lace, silk and cotton litter the ground, some ruined. The evidence of rough passion between the two of them.
Blair refused to partake in anything until Chuck payed the attendant a handsome amount to go for a coffee and leave the shop in their hands.
They need to stop doing this. This would be the last time, Blair thought.
“I really appreciated the purple you wore,” Chuck said amusingly from behind her.
She turns in time to see him buckling his belt, the sight sending sending white heat down her groin. Letting out a calming breath despite the wetness flooding her, Blair turns around to see the purple lingerie strewn across the small couch, considering.
“I really liked what your mouth did to it,” she mutters, heat flaring her cheeks as Chuck's wraps his warm hands around her waist.
“We could bring some to your place and... give them a spin?” He let his voice go dangerously low at the last part.
Blair knew in her body, mind and soul that it would be useless to resist. "Next time would be the last."
They both knew this will never be true.