"You know," Josie said as she grabbed plates, "if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to get me all alone."
"That would be devious and underhanded and highly accurate," I told her, trying to keep my tone light. I wasn't exactly sure what her feelings were. I didn't want to put her in a bad spot since she lived here. "I can clean up everything if you have other stuff to do," I offered.
"I do have other stuff to do," she said, "but there's nothing sexier than a man doing housework, and I don't want to miss the display."
"So it's like that," I said, grinning at her.
"Yep. I just need you in an apron."
"Not in a frilly one, I hope."
"No, a nice thick leather one. And nothing else."
"I can't tell if you thought about this before or if this is just something random that popped into your head like the butt bra," I said.
"That was a well-thought-out plan!" she protested as she loaded the dishwasher.
"I'm not even sure how that would work," I said.
"I feel like it would look like a jock strap."
"Those don't lift anything."
"But they look damn fine," she said. "It's like a little bondage strap or something. No, I'm picturing something more like a shelf bra."
"A what?"
She wiped her hands then put a palm under each boob.
"You know what a pushup bra is, right?" she asked, demonstrating.
"I guess so?"
"I was wearing one the first, well, I guess second time I met you. I was soaking wet, remember?"
"I do seem to have that effect on women."
"Don't get too cocky," she said, giving me a slight shove. I caught her forearms. I just wanted to push her back against the counter and fuck her brains out.
"You know," she told me as I held her arms so our bodies barely skimmed each other, "considering that you hated me the moment I dumped chocolate sauce on you and now I've moved into your house, we might be moving a little fast."
Her eyes were dilated, and her breathing was slightly erratic.
"I'm not trying to back you into a corner," I said. "I just want to stick my hand in your candy jar."
"Once you taste my candy, you're going to want to stick your wholefacein my candy jar." Josie smirked and stepped back, releasing her arms.
"Keep talking to me about this shelf bra," I said lightly. I was a little worried I had pushed too far.
She smiled. "It is what it sounds like. It's just the shelf of a pushup bra." Her hands were back under her boobs, pushing them up to demonstrate.
"Wait a minute," I interjected. "But then what's the point?"
She shrugged. "Support? If you have boobs like mine, you can't go braless."
I mean she could, but then I really wouldn't get any work done.
"Like, if you were wearing a really low-cut dress. You would wear a shelf bra to keep everything up, but obviously you would wear a pasty to not show anything too risqué."
