Amanda swore she’d never go to another Black Friday sale as long as she lived. The crowds were insane, people were shoving, and she’d nearly been clipped by a rogue shopping cart. But that 70-inch TV was calling her name—and it was the last one left. Unfortunately, someone else was grabbing it at the same exact time. Their hands collided on the box. “Excuse you,” she snapped. “Excuse *me*?” the guy shot back. Tall, hot, scruffy jaw, broad shoulders—way too attractive to be fighting over electronics at 5 a.m. They both tugged on opposite sides of the TV. “I saw it first,” she hissed. “I touched it first.” “That’s not how this works,” she growled. “Oh yeah? You gonna fight me for it?” he teased, lifting an eyebrow. Amanda opened her mouth to argue… And instead blurted out something insane. “What if I… you know…” She cleared her throat. “Took care of you… for it?” His eyes widened slightly. Then his lips curled into the slowest, dirtiest grin she’d ever seen. “You’re serious.” “If I get the TV,” she muttered, cheeks warm, pulse racing. He glanced at the box. Then at her lips. Then back at the box. “Deal,” he said immediately. Two minutes later they were in the back storage hallway, behind a stack of unopened boxes far away from the crowds. The second the door shut, he cupped her jaw and kissed her—rough, needy, like he’d been waiting for a moment like this forever. Amanda dropped to her knees without him even needing to ask. He groaned, head falling back, hand sliding into her hair as she took him deeper, wetter, hungrier. The thrill of doing something so filthy in the middle of a chaotic store only made her more eager. “Holy shit,” he panted, hips twitching. “You’re… incredible…” She moaned around him, loving how he throbbed in her mouth, how desperate he was already sounding. His breathing went ragged, hands gripping her hair like he was trying not to lose control too fast. “Amanda—fuck—keep going—” She didn’t stop. She didn’t slow. And when he finally spilled into her mouth with a shuddering moan, she swallowed every drop like a good little bargain hunter. He leaned against the wall, breathless. “Well… you definitely earned that TV.” She wiped the corner of her mouth and smirked. “Pleasure doing business.” When they returned to the electronics aisle, he lifted the TV box for her like a gentleman who’d just been thoroughly ruined in a supply closet. “Happy Black Friday,” he murmured. Amanda winked. “Oh, it definitely is.”

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