“It’s fine. It’s not real makeup. It goes on clear against the skin.”
“What’s the point then?” I toss it back into the box.
April’s mouth opens and pretends shock. “Make-believe, silly.”
I roll my eyes, even though I know Hadley will be over the moon. “The only make-believe I’m going for is a little role-play between us.”
She snickers a laugh. “Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?”
I don’t really have anything in particular in my head, I just said it in jest.
“Look in the box,” she demands.
Searching the box, I notice a fancy square with a bow. Grabbing it, I hold it up to check this is what she meant, and she nods.
“Know what it is?” she asks and seems like she’s trying to contain her excitement.
I study the label. “It’s from Piper’s boutique.”
“Uh-huh.” She brings her knees to her chest and bites her lip, patiently waiting for me to get a clue.
But I’m confused. “You got another pair of fruit-print pajamas?”
She nearly scorns me with her look. “Get there faster,” she urges. “Piper also has another line of evening attire.” She raises her brows and waits for me.
Got it.
“Really?” I’m fully invested now and tug the bow.
“Yep.”
Lifting the lid off the box, I’m faced with a layer of tissue paper. “Isn't it weird to buy lingerie from your aunt?” I taunt her because I know she hates being reminded that her best friend became her aunt.
“I’m regretting my effort, right now.”
Searching through the paper, I feel lace. An approving growl escapes my mouth as I hold up the thin strings of black lace to reveal a one-piece with little triangles that will barely leave much to the imagination around April’s breasts, and quite frankly, this see-through lace may be an obstacle to reaching the real treasure.
“Fuck me, I don’t regret your effort one bit.” I lean across the couch to capture her mouth for a kiss, and she circles her arms around my neck. She pulls me to her, and I fall on top of her which causes her to giggle. “I’m all sweaty,” I say, with our lips still attached.
“I like you sweaty,” she says huskily.
“I should go shower, and you can meet me upstairs. We have a window of opportunity.”
April pulls back and waves her finger in front of my face. “Uh-uh, Mr. Eager, I need to get dinner started.”
“It’s not even three o’clock.” My voice breaks.
She hops off the couch and straightens her shirt. “I know, but I want my soup to simmer, and I need to send my resume to a few job opportunities that I saw online.”
“I want to simmer. Inside of you.” I hear my lack of enthusiasm, even though she’s attempting to put a damn good meal on the table later.
April makes a sound and sends a flirty glare my way before leaving me with a hard-on and impatience.
I rest my head against the back of the couch and close my eyes. I attempt to breathe some calmness into my body, but no luck.
“Spencer!” She sounds kind of pissed now. It causes me to get up off the couch and look to the kitchen where she has her hand over her mouth and seems like she might combust.
“What now?” I walk to her.
