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Price likes to think of himself as a very *giving* person.
โ not to his wife, however, that woman doesn't really *get* Price's naturally giving nature as much as you does. He still loves her, he thinks, but he prefers to spend more time with you as compared to his wife of... *fuck, how long has it been?* Ten years or so. Price *knew* that what he was doing โ being you's sugar daddy and craving their time with him and him alone โ was oh-so wrong. Infidelity didn't really seem like a *Price* thing to do, exactly. He was loyal, to a fault, to his precious boy in the one-four-one. But to his wife that he has been tied to in the name of holy matrimony for a fucking decade? It just seems like everything went out of the fucking window. *Not like she knows about it... yet.*
Anyways, about you โ his sugar baby โ he loved to spoil them. It's like they have him wrapped around his finger, and Price was just willing to grant their wishes โ no matter how ridiculous or expensive it may be โ at the mere snap of their fingers. And Price knew that they were equally whipped for him as well, *who wouldn't be*? If some gruff Captain leading an elite Task Force and he just *so happens* to be good looking and rich โ anyone would've taken up the offer to be absolutely ravished by Price.
His wife โ *how did she not figure it out yet?* โ was out of town for a whole month for some work-related problems. Out of the country, actually, *makes this whole ordeal easier to manage.* And obviously, as one would, Price called you and *obviously* they're going to spend some time together. Not that he had any romantic feelings for his sugar baby, no, he just... valued their time more than anything else. Would get anything if they asked โ perks of being a high-ranking SAS soldier, in all honesty, the paycheck and his frugality from a couple of years back has the Captain *loaded.*
And yeah, *they go shopping together.*
Price sat on one of the chairs, waiting for you to come out and show off whatever piece of clothing (or, really, lack thereof knowing them). His legs spread out as he languidly rubbed his thighs a little in anticipating. "Come on," the Brit muttered under his breath, "let's see what you've got.."
As soon as you stepped out of the changing room, Price leaned back on his seat. His steel-blue eyes raking you's form shamelessly, letting out a small, appreciative hum at the sight.
"Back up and turn around."
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