Page 177 of Surprisingly Us

“There isn’t. I’m asking you out on our first official date.”

“Oh.” Her eyes widen, but then her face breaks out into a smile. “Then, yes. Of course, I will.”

I fist the extra material of the shirt she’s wearing and pull her toward me.

“You like me, huh?”

“I didn’t say that. I was just hoping to get more free food out of the deal.”

I reach to tickle her, but she yelps and leaps out of my arms before I can pin her to the wall.

When she runs back into my bedroom, I stalk after her, finding she’s crawled beneath the covers. She thinks she’s safe in there. She has no idea the things I’m going to do to her.

But I can be patient.

On my way over to the bed, I lay her dress over the chair in the corner of the room. Then, I grab her panties from where they’ve been discarded and place them in my drawer. When I turn around, Lettie’s watching me.

Her lips twitch with curiosity. “What are you doing with my underwear?”

“They’re wet because of me, so I get to keep them.”

She scoffs. “That’s not how it works.”

I shrug. I want them, I’m not going to analyze it.

She’s quiet a moment, before her mouth drops open in understanding. “Wait, did you take my underwear the night we hooked up here? I couldn’t find them the next morning.”

There’s no point in keeping it a secret now.

The corner of my mouth lifts. “Yeah, I did.”

She shakes her head, confused. “What for?”

“You really want to know?” I ask, pulling back the covers and climbing in next to her.

“Um,yeah.”

My hand wraps around her back so I can pull her closer to me. Then, I look her straight in the eyes.

“I’ve been using them when I masturbate.”

Her eyes widen, then her lashes start fluttering, like they’re trying to help her understand. I wonder how long I should let her mind run with that.

Not long.

“I wrap them around my dick while I stroke myself and think about you.”

“Oh.”

She places a hand over her mouth. Her cheeks are two patches of pink now, and my smile widens. I love that she’s thinking about me doing it now.

Her hand drops from her mouth to my chest. “I have so many questions.”

“Ask away.”

“Have you done that before? Like do you buy women’s underwear to pleasure yourself with? Or was it because they were mine?” Her eyes widen again. “Oh my god. They were wet…with my,” she clears her throat, “…wetness. Did you wash them before, you know, youusedthem?”

I chuckle. “No, I didn’t wash them. That was the point. They smelled like you. But then I got my cum all over them and they needed to be washed.” I tease a hand up her shirt and she wiggles when I trace my thumb over her pelvic bone. “And no, I couldn’t just go buy new women’s underwear. The point was that they were yours. That’s the only reason I wanted them.”

---