She cocked her head to the side, approaching the bed and putting the back of her hand to my forehead. “One, I already took him out and fed him. Two, that’s the Tylenol talking. You’re still sick, buddy. Let’s see how you do after you get through some hours without it.”
I grumbled, tugging at the edge of her towel. “Take pity on a sick man? Show me a little more skin?”
She gave me a scathing look. “You don’t need any excitement, Mr. Oberbeck. You need to get better.”
“Didn’t we make a deal? You’re gonna be my little sugar mama?”
She chuckled. “I think then I’d have to be paying you. I’m absolutely certain you have more money than me.”
“No, you give me the sugar, and you’re a little mama, right?”
“I believe sugar is money. I’d give the sugar and you’d pay my bills if you were my sugar daddy. You need to brush up on your phrases,” she said, cocking an eyebrow.
“Sorry, not all of us are big-city lawyers. Have mercy on me. I’m but a simple country boy.”
She narrowed her eyes at me with a smirk and a laugh. “Country boy? Where are you from in Indiana?”
“Bloomington.”
“Well, country boy, I think your little city is probably bigger than mine,” she said, jostling my leg through the blankets. “You’re certainly funny this morning.”
She stood up to walk to her bag, but I caught her wrist.
“Please, teacher. I need something to help me get better so I can get lessons.”
She lowered her voice, getting a sly smile. “You’re going to have to be a good boy and behave if you want lessons.”
“I’ve been so good, teacher,” I said, grinning.
She strutted over to her bag on the floor. With a coy peek over her shoulder, she dropped her towel. “Oops.”
I gasped. “Now that’s what I’m talking about. You’re so gorgeous, Annie.”
She bent to get her clothes out, giving me an open view of her perfect ass and a glimpse of her pussy. Obviously, I’d seen it before, but in the dark. She made a show of dragging her thong up her legs, keeping her hands moving to cup her breasts.
“That feel good, angel?”
She bit her lip and raised her eyes to mine. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Someone putting on clothes had never been so hot. She slid on a lacy bra that didn’t exactly match her underwear, but looked unbelievably sexy.
“Fuck, Annie. You expect me to act normal around you when I know that’s what you wear under your clothes at work?”
Her smirk was salacious. “Put on a mask, Nick. I’m coming over there.”
I scrambled to get a clean mask off the nightstand. Just in her bra and underwear, she slipped on her heels and slinked over to the bed, stopping at the foot of the bed to crawl up on it. With her ass out, she accentuated each pace she crawled like she wassome kind of tiger sex goddess. If I were a cartoon, my eyes would have bugged out of my head with my tongue dragging on the ground. Was this why people went to strip clubs?
But a strip club wouldn’t have Annie. And that’d be a real shame.
I whimpered as she approached me, desperate. She stuck out her bottom lip. “Did you just coo? Like a little dove, crying out for me?”
My breathing was ragged as I reached for her, my cock stirring in my pants despite being sick. She shook her head to stop me touching her. Her voice was a low drawl, her face hanging in front of mine. “You’re gonna behave for me, little dove.”
I gulped, less painful now that I had medicine. “Yes, ma’am.”
“You get one grab. What’s it gonna be?”
I cupped her lace-clad breast, sliding the other to her ass.
