Page 8 of His Red Carnation

“I’ll have to lay down?” she asked.

He glanced at me, then back at her. “Yeah, if you want it on your ribcage.”

She looked at me and then back at him.

“Okay. I just…I don’t have anything to cover my bottom half.”

I stood up immediately. “We should go then.” There was no way I could handle seeing her ass on display and not doing a damn thing about it. Worse, I didn’t want that hipster fucker seeing her like that either.

The guy raised his hand. “No, it’s all good. I’ll grab you a paper blanket. We use them all the time.”

Sloane glanced at me, then nodded. “Yeah, that’s fine.” She smiled warmly at me, almost like she was trying to calm me down.

I reluctantly sat back down.

“Here.” The douchebag pulled a paper blanket from a drawer. “Just uh, get situated and comfortable, and I’ll be right back.”

He nodded at me and left the room.

“I’ll give you some space,” I said, heading for the door, but Sloane stopped me.

“Wait.”

I turned back to her expectantly.

“It’s okay. Just…don’t look.” Her wide brown eyes stared at me, hopeful.

I sighed, nodding as I turned around and crossed my arms.

I heard the crinkling of the paper as she got onto the table. My mind wandered, imagining what her juicy ass looked like laid out on that table. Was she wearing a thong? Boy shorts? Nothing?

“Okay. You can turn around.”

I hesitated but turned, and immediately my eyes caught her bare ass under the paper blanket. It wasn’t pulled down nearly enough. Her ass was even better than I’d imagined, and my mouth practically watered. I quickly looked away, reminding myself that she wasn’t trying to show it off to me. Or…was she?

“You’re not covering much. Might want to pull it down more,” I muttered, my eyes fixed firmly on the floor beside me.

She giggled quietly, sending a shock straight to my dick. “Whoops.” There was crinkling of the paper again.

“Yeah, whoops. Better fucking fix it before that asshole sees your ass.”

“Which asshole, you or him?” she teased.

I glanced up, and her ass was still peeking out.

“Sloane, it’s fucking clear as day. Pull the blanket down.” I was pissed, knowing someone could walk in and see her completely exposed. I averted my eyes back to the floor, desperately trying not to march up to her and grab her, claiming her body the way I’d been dying to do all day.

“I’ll cover it up before he comes back in. This is just for you.” Her voice was breathy and quiet, with a seriousness that hit me hard.

My eyes shot up to meet hers. The paper blanket barely covered anything now. She was wearing a pink thong—if you could even call it that—practically swallowed by her perfect, plump ass. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her—my dick grew hard and was desperately trying to break free from my pants.

“Sloane, don’t do this,” I warned her.

She bit her lip, smiling. “Don’t do what?”

“Don’t be fucking coy. I’m your dad’s friend. I’m fucking twenty years older than you.” My angry voice didn’t match the way I felt inside, fucking eager and ready to spread open her legs and fuck her on that table.

“So? I’m eighteen. I can do what I want. And who I want,” she argued back. “What, you don’t think I’m good enough to fuck?”

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