Is it really hot in here, or is it just my boyfriend?
I think it’s just him.
“I wonder how you don’t set off metal detectors everywhere you go…” I voice.
It takes him a few seconds to catch up on my comment, but when he does, he starts shaking his head vigorously. “Nope; absolutelynot. I willnotlet you finish that joke.”
I click my tongue. “But your abs ofsteelare too–”
“Shut up.”
“They are so–”
“Cignette, I swear toGod, I’ll–”
“Listen to me–”
“No,” he says urgently, making me laugh out loud.
I turn and lie on my back, still laughing, then place one hand under my head as I lift my phone up.
Dorran’s laughing too, and the sound of it calms me like no song ever could.
“For someone so gorgeous, you sure are a massive pain in the ass,” he quips.
I stretch against the mattress, yawning as I do. “Thanks.”
“Take a nap,” he tells me. “It’ll help in clearing your head.”
“Come join me,” I urge.
He grunts, and his gaze drops, making me realize that my dress has slipped a little, exposing the arches of my breasts.
“If I could, I would, trust me,” he says, seeming torn. “I have a couple more cars to fix before I can come home. I can’t have a backlog for tomorrow.”
“You sure I can’t change your mind?” I bring my fingers to the deep collar of the dress, then push it down all the way, freeing my tits. My nipples pebble and ache as a harsh breeze from outside hits them, making my toes curl.
Dorran’s groan is guttural as his midnight-blues flare. “Fuck, Little Swan, you don’t play fair.” He studies me again, weighinghis options, then clicks his tongue in evident frustration. “Fuck, I can’t. I want to, but I can’t,” he admits.
I purposely drag my long nail over a nipple before pulling the dress back up again. “Fine.”
Dorran looks like he’s in pain, and it’s such a comical sight that I have to bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from losing it.
“I hate you,” he mumbles.
“Aww, I love you right back,dahling,” I chirp, then sit up and fix my dress. “Right, I’ve gotta go and try filming that video now. Thank you for indulging me, all for nothing. Toodles!” I disconnect the call, and as I get off the bed, my phone starts vibrating with an incoming call, making me grin. I don’t even have to look at it to see who it’s from, but I do anyway, then laugh when I see his name flashing across the screen.
Men… They’re so fuckingeasy. And even though my guy is a blessing, he’s still a man with a functional dick, so I can only expect him to have so much resistance.
Well, at least he’s competent enough to keep up with my madness and occasional, drunken falsettos, right?
Right.
I really lucked out with Dorran. But then again, so did he, so at least we’re even.
6.
“Yo, Alex; pass me a torque wrench, will you?”
