Page 142 of Say It Isn't So

I went to set it down on the dresser in our room, but couldn’t help but smile at my screensaver—the selfie Knox had sent me when we were at the show in London. It was funny, but so much had happened since then. It felt like a lifetime ago. At the same time, I remembered it like it was yesterday. Especially that little part where I’d promised I’d send Knox a selfie. That never happened, though.

Looking around our room, I realized I was alone and would be for a little while since Knox had gone with the guys to get booze for tonight. I decided I’d have some fun with this time and deliver on that selfie promise, so I closed the door and tore through my luggage. I wasn’t sure what I was looking for, but I’d know it when I found it.

Fast-forward several minutes and several articles of clothing strewn around the room later, and I wasn’t sure I liked my options. I looked down at the outfit I had on—a black crop top and skinny jeans with a black G-string thong underneath. Not bad, but not what I was looking for, either. It needed to be sexy—like stop-and-stare sexy. No, I shook my head, more like let-me-get-my-hands-on-you sexy.

Throwing myself down on the bed, I looked around.Think, Bianca, think!

Okay, I had an idea. I remembered seeing Knox pack a baseball cap, that’d do. I unzipped his suitcase—which, by the way, was packed so sloppily that I could hardly believe this man and I were as compatible as we were. He would definitely never even notice that I’d gone through it. I found the cap wedged in a corner of the suitcase and yanked it free.

One day, I’d have to show him how to pack.

I pulled my shirt over my head and examined my breasts. The one that I’d sworn was bigger than the other still bugged my butt, but I knew Knox liked my girls just the way they were, so I chose to ignore it. Moving on, I unzipped my jeans and stepped out of them, leaving them in a heap on the floor. The thong went next.

Knowing I was on borrowed time, I ran to the mirror, fluffed my hair and reapplied my eyeliner, blush, and lip gloss.

I’d thought about all the ways I wanted to do this, but decided to lay on my back on the bed. I grabbed his ball cap and strategically placed it over myself—I was a lady, after all—as I positioned my legs just so. If you needed a visual, let’s just say one was out straight and the other was slightly bent at the knee and angled to the side.

I made sure my hair was out behind me, threw on my best pouty lip, grabbed my phone, and looked up. Quickly deciding to bring my other to my breast, I covered it with my fingers, sure to leave them splayed so my nipple could still be seen. It was go-time. I snapped a picture and studied it.

If this wasn’t a selfie he’d cherish for a lifetime, I wasn’t sure what was. I’d done a damn good job, if you asked me.

Sending it off, I wondered if he’d get it right away or what he’d say. I considered staying there and waiting, but honestly, just thinking about his reaction was getting me turned on, so I got up and made fast work of getting dressed and going downstairs to find my sisters.

But my phone was definitely coming with me.

* * *

Knox

A notification came through on my phone, so I pulled it out of my pocket as Frankie swiped his credit card to pay. Dom and Brady had left us to find cigars—an afterthought if there ever was one since we were already at the register checking out.

Not expecting the text to be anything special, I unlocked my phone and pulled it up and was met with—

Holy shit, that was my girl. My very naked girl.

And my baseball cap.Damn it, I think I’m jealous of an inanimate object.

Bianca:Too bad you’re out with the boys. Guess I’ll have to start without you.

Knox:You little vixen. Don’t you dare. You better be waiting for me when I get back.

These damn guys, they were officially pissing me off with this expedition. Don’t get me wrong, I liked them just fine and could tell we’d be good friends, but this was Bianca we were talking about. I knew no limits where this woman was concerned.

“I’m going to run this out to the car,” Frankie said, interrupting my thoughts. I hefted a bag under my arm, but Frankie reached for it. “Nah, let me take it out. I’ll be right back. Wait for Dom and Brady.”

You don’t have to tell me twice.I turned my attention back to my phone.

Bianca:Maybe.

Maybe?

Knox:What did we talk about? Your orgasms are mine, sweetness. You didn’t please yourself, did you?

I was a firm believer in two things: always let the lady finish first (fake orgasms were a hit to a man’s ego) and give her what she wants so she doesn’t have to turn to a toy to do what your fingers, tongue, and cock are more than capable of doing. And now that we were together, there was no way in hell I was going to let her pleasure herself, at least not without my assistance.

Bianca:Nope. You’ve ruined me even for myself.

An arrogant grin came across my face, and I didn’t really care who saw it. That was the best compliment ever.

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