*Heart eyes emoji* You got me a present?
I cough out a laugh. Sitting at a red light that’s known for its longevity, I have time. I type back.
It’s a present for me.
Princess
*Pouty face emoji*
Princess
If not gift… why gift shaped?
Keep up the attitude, Louise.
This is a gift for me, but you’ll enjoy it. I promise. Now behave.
You better be naked in my bed in ten minutes. Door is unlocked.
Princess
Or what, Mr. Grumpy Pants?
FAFO, Princess.
Tossing the phone into the cupholder, I adjust myself behind the fly of my cargo pants. Fuck, this girl has me rock hard already. Just the thought of what I’m going to do to her tonight… I can’t fucking wait.
Pulling into the driveway, I’m pleased to see the light in the living room is on, which means Louise listened to instructions and is inside my house like I told her. Grabbing the box and another smaller bag, I exit the truck and take the porch steps in one stride. I’m inside just seconds later, the door closing with adefinitive click behind me. I lock it, ensuring nothing interrupts what I’m about to do to my girl.
Down the short hallway, I enter the bedroom, stopping short. My cock throbs and a slow grin pulls at my mouth.
Oh, baby, I’ll play.
Ready or not.
“There’s only so many places you can hide in this house, Louise,” I warn, dropping the timbre of my voice so it’s nearly a growl. I strip off my sweater and toss it aside, then unlatch my belt and the top button, leaving the zipper up.
Here I come.
Thirty-Five
Louise
Iclamp a hand over my mouth, attempting to stifle the panting breaths, praying he can’t somehow hear the way my heart is pounding inside my chest.
I know it’s only a matter of time before he finds me.
And I’m both a little terrified and extremely turned on by what he’s going to do to me when he does.
“Princess,” I hear him snarl from my hiding spot. I’m trembling. His booted footfalls sound down the short hallway, along the hardwood floor. It gets quieter as he passes through the living room and the carpeted flooring, and then the sound of his weight on the steps leading upstairs.
There’s next to nowhere to hide upstairs, which is why I chose behind the shower curtain in the bathroom.
I honestly thought he’d look here, first.
Maybe it was too obvious.
As quietly as I can, I slink out from behind the shower curtain, cringing when the rings scrape loudly along the bar above my head. Traitorous things.
