Naughty boy?
“Careful, or we’re going to have to take care of this emergency before you even make a guess,” I warned.
His eyes narrowed, and he pursed his lips. “Yes, yes,” he said, tilting his head as he moved closer—close enough for me to feel the heat his body was giving off. He set his hand on the side of my leg, moving it down my thigh. I didn’t know what the hell he was doing, but I didn’t care, with the way it made heat rush across my flesh and my dick expand in the crotch of my pants.
“Considering the fuchsia pair, I guess I can assume you’re pretty daring with colors. You don’t play it too safe, so I think I can rule out anything that might be too tame. I doubt it’s a white or a black. Although I do like the idea of black, maybe with a little pink trim.”
He pulled a laugh right from me as he moved even closer.
My skin was practically on fire with the way he was getting me so worked up as his hand traveled around to my ass. He cupped it before another sound, similar to his growl, escaped his lips.
“Maybe red or pink.”
“You can just make the guesses.”
“I want to think very carefully before I say anything. After all, it’s the difference between a show and a peek. Plus, I feel like I’m guessing about more than just color here. I’m trying to figure out what’s going on inside the head of this cool guy I’ve only gotten to know the past few weeks. Trying to figure out this guy all of Parlaisa already thinks I’m with.” He took a moment, continuing to caress my ass. I couldn’t help but wonder if it was just an excuse to fondle me.
I hoped it was.
“Let’s see,” he practically moaned. “Something like a shade of deep-red lipstick. Wouldn’t happen to be something along those lines, would it?”
“Is that your guess?”
He narrowed his eyes and stared me down as if trying to discern the truth through my expression.
“That’s my guess,” he said, wincing, a sly smirk on his face.
“Well, when you’re right, you’re right.”
He beamed, biting his bottom lip and scanning me up and down, like he was waiting for his show.
“You’re gonna have to take your hand off my ass if you want me to go take off these clothes.”
“Go? I don’t get to see the striptease?”
The wordstripteasemade me even harder than I already was, which seemed pretty impossible considering how restricted my cock felt in the panties.
“If you’re comfortable with that,” he added, “but I have a feeling you’re a little more than comfortable with it. Tell me I’m wrong.”
“Seems like you know me better than you give yourself credit for,” I confessed.
He pulled his hand off my ass and stepped back. “I’ll just be on the couch over here.”
He took a seat, spreading his arms across the back of the sofa as he leaned back, as though he wanted to thoroughly take in his victory.
I chuckled, couldn’t help myself since it seemed so ridiculous…
Ridiculously hot.
I took off my hat and set it on the coffee table before the sofa, then kicked off my shoes. As I removed my shirt, Owen sat there, his eyes drinking me in. “Now the big unveiling,” he added as I unfastened my belt and fly, pulling them open to offer a view of the panties. I took a breath before pulling my pants down and off and tossing them aside.
Felt like it would have been easier to be naked in front of him than in the panties. Just being nude would have left me feeling exposed on the outside. However, I was exposed on the inside too, as Owen had a peek into the very desire that drew me to wear these. He got to see something no one else in my life had seen.
Judging by his stoic expression, I started to worry as I figured he might have finally realized, seeing me in them like that, how strange it all was.
I grabbed my cap and slid it back over my head. “I can put my clothes back on if it’s—”
“What?” he said, sounding almost angry at my suggestion.
