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are my
     panties?” she asks sitting up straight in the chair, looking around as she
     starts to readjust her bra and button her blouse back up.
    “You’re not getting them back,” I respond.
    She points a finger at me. “I need them. I’m going
     dress shopping with your mother and the girls after work.”
    I stand up and grab some tissues off of my desk and
     hand them to her to clean up. I place my dick back inside my boxers and
     refasten my slacks. “So? You don’t need panties to go shopping with the girls,”
     I state, loving the idea that she will be commando the rest of the day. Means
     less I have to take off as soon as she walks through the front door of our
     house.
    “Slade.” She sighs looking down at her watch I gave
     her for Christmas. “Your mother is taking me and Holly wedding dress shopping.
     I don’t want to go without underwear.” She makes a look of disgust.
    I smile, pulling her up and out of the chair.
     “You’re going shopping for your wedding dress?” I ask shocked.
    “Yes,” she answers with no hint of excitement.
    I frown at her lack of enthusiasm. “I didn’t know
     you had plans after work.”
    “Your mother called me earlier. We were supposed to
     all meet at your parents’ house and look at things online. But I guess Holly’s
     mom had to go out of town for work and has a few dresses she wants her to try
     on. Your mother thinks it will be a good time to have me look for a dress as
     well.” She sighs.
    I grab her left hand and bring it up to my lips. I
     give her knuckles a light kiss. “Do you want me talk to her? I don’t want her
     to push you if you’re not ready.” I would wait for her as long as she needs me
     to, and I know my mother can be overwhelming when it comes to stuff like this.
    “No.” She pulls back from me. “I am ready. I…” She
     looks down at her ring. “I’m just nervous.” She laughs at herself then her eyes
     come back up to meet mine. “I just want it to be perfect for you,” she
     whispers. “What if you hate the dress that I pick out?”
    I pull her back into me and wrap my arms around her
     small waist. “You are perfect, baby. Don’t worry about the dress or anything
     else about the wedding. I’m going to love it. You know why?” She shakes her
     head. “Because whatever you pick will be what you love. And that’s all the matters
     to me.”
    She gives me a smile, and I lean down, giving her a
     soft kiss on her lips. She pulls back and cocks an eyebrow. “Enough about the
     wedding. Where are my panties?”
    I laugh as I pull them out of my pocket. She gasps
     when I hand them to her. “Slade,” she snaps, holding them up in front of her.
     “You tore them.”
    “I figured you knew that when I yanked them from
     your hips,” I say with laughter.
    “I wasn’t paying attention,” she mumbles shoving
     them back into my pocket. “You can have them.” She claps her hands together as
     if she just got an idea. “I will run by the house and change before I meet the
     girls after work,” she says matter-of-fact.
    I pat my pocket giving her a victory smile. “Well
     then, there you go.”
    She leans over and kisses my lips. She starts to
     leave and then turns to face me before she walks out, placing her sunglasses on
     top of her head. “Thank you, Sir, for the services.”
    I growl as she walks out laughing.
     

CHAPTER TWO

    “I love this one,” Vivian
     says with a smile as she holds up the hundredth wedding dress. Okay, it’s more
     like the fifth, but it feels like the hundredth dress.
    “Oh that one is gorgeous,” Missy says from next to
     me as she pushes her black rimmed glasses further up her nose while we sit on a
     white leather couch in the middle of a bridal shop.
    I’ve never been in a bridal shop before, but I
     would have to say they are extremely nice. Or this one is at least. I feel like
     I should have taken my shoes off when I walked in. Everything is so white and
     clean, from