Working in a card store isn’t the most exciting job. Especially since lots of people have stopped buying greeting cards, which means I’m constantly restocking stuffed animals, candy, religious statues and the like.

Justin walked in at the end of a long, boring day. He was tall with sandy-colored hair, big blue eyes and a wide smile. He gave me a sheepish grin, ran his hand through his already tousled hair and said, “I need a card for my mother’s birthday. Which was last week. Which I forgot.”

I had nothing to lose. My pussy had suddenly taken up a heartbeat all of its own as I stood there regarding this handsome stranger in a crisp white shirt and faded jeans. Everything from that smile of his to the way he crossed his arms turned me on.

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