Page 13 of Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions

I fumbled with the audiobook app on my phone, headphones sitting pinched between my thighs as I did so. Alex’s eyes were laser-focused on my now slightly sweaty neck before his attention drifted to my screen.

Could it get any hotter in here?

“I love audiobooks,” Alex said. My head thunked against the seat with a groan.

“Let me guess. You read a lot of self-help books,” I rolled my eyes. “Get rich quick schemes?” Alex laughed, not offended whatsoever.

It reallywasa nice laugh.

“Try again.”

“Memoirs from men who work in the stock market?”

“Colder.”

I squinted at him as I tried to figure out what the hell someone likehimwould read. “I give up.”

“Boo,” Alex pouted. “I’m disappointed, Georgie. Where’s your stamina?”

“Don’t tell me you’re into the hard stuff.”

“Hard stuff?”

“Non-fiction?”

“Ehhh,” Alex made a sound like a buzzer going off. “Nope. Think sexier.”

I scrutinized him. There was no way…right? “Romance?”

“Erotica.”

“You readerotica,” I echoed, disbelieving.

“Religiously. I’ve dabbled in romance in general, but my sister and I buddy read, and we both lean toward smut more often than not. Right now we’re on a BDSM kick.”

Well, that was too close to home. I didn’t dwell, already overwhelmed as it was.

Alex’s eyes were twinkling, his lips twitching. He took my attention for the permission it was, leaning even further into my bubble.

“I didn’t expect that,” I admitted, cheeks hot. “You buddy read erotica with your sister?”

“Sure do.”

“And that doesn’t get weird?” I couldn’t imagine listening to the same smut as my two sisters. I enjoyed it, yes. But the idea that one of my siblings could be turned on by the same thing? Absolutely not. No. Not interested.

“What about you?” Alex asked. “What do you read?”

There were only a few scant inches between our mouths. All I could think about was how good he smelled, musky-sweet, sultry enough to make my cock twitch where it lay trapped inside my silk panties.

I’d always liked panties.

I ordered custom ones to accommodate my cock, always careful the cut would sit low enough that when I bent over, my suit pants wouldn’t show a thing. They were my secret. My power move. No one knew but me. Which was why I was wearing them today. I’d needed the extra boost of confidence both the panties and my suit would give me when visiting home.

Another bad decision.

Because the way Alex was studying me made me feel like he must have X-ray vision. Like he could see through the clutch of fabric at my hips to where my cock lay nestled safely in silk and lace.

Stop thinking about Alex looking at your panties, I reprimanded myself.

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