Page 181 of Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions

“Right.”

“He doesn’t like hard kibble. Only the soft stuff. And he prefers turkey flavor over chicken, so that’s what he usually eats. It smells fucking awful. I gag every time I open a can, but he loves it so I buy it anyway. Missy—my roommate—doesn’t mind the smell. She has horrible taste. In most things.”

“And then?”

God help me, this was actually kinda fun. Emboldened by how interested Alex sounded, I continued, “I’ve got a coffee machine that automatically starts brewing. So after I feed Mr. Pickles I’ll chug a cup and hop in the shower. By that point, I’m running early, which always ends up being helpful because I like to um…” I trailed off, realizing I was about to admit that I shaved my legs every morning.

It wasn’t a thing most men did. I knew that. And I worried Alex would think it was weird, especially considering the fact I was blond enough the hair barely showed when it was there anyway.

“You sit on your big fat dildo,” Alex filled in. I squawked, slapping his chest in indignation. He laughed, this melodic, delightful chuckle that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up—along with my dick.

“I shave my legs, asshole,” I countered, crossing my arms over my chest so I wouldn’t be tempted to smack him again.

“Why?” There was no judgment in his tone, only curiosity.

“I like how it feels when I wear suits,” I admitted. “The fabric slides instead of clinging. Plus…it makes me feel powerful in a way? Which is the same reason I wear panties.” Oh Jesus, I had not meant to admit that. Alex made asound like he was choking.

“Excuse me,what?” His voice was all gravel. “How is it I’ve been fucking you for three days now?—”

“Barely.”

“And you didn’t tell me you wearpanties?” Alex’s incredulity was softened by how turned on he sounded. “Did you bring some? In your slutty little backpack with your Costco-sized dildo?—”

“Ugh.” I covered my face, cheeks burning.

“Have you worn them around me?” Alex growled. “Are you wearing them right now?”

I almost wanted to say that Iwaswearing a pair, even though I wasn’t—to see what he’d do. No doubt he’d pull my pants down to check. Even though we both knew if I said I was, I’d be lying. He’d helped me get dressed, and it was his shirt, his boxers, his pants I was currently wearing.

“I wore them the first two days,” I admitted, still hiding behind my hands. “But they’re dirty now.”

“Fuck.” Alex groaned, his hips shifting enough the mattress rocked, like he was trying to relieve the pressure on his cock. “You’re telling me…that if I were to hunt through the pockets in your backpack I’d find…” he sucked in a breath, “Twopairs of dirty panties?”

“You say that like it’s not gross that they’re dirty.”

“Baby, they’re dirty because they’ve been cupping your sexy little dick all day. You have no idea how bad I want to suck on the fabric while I?—”

“Pair one is dirty because I wore it to the airport. Which is not cute. Airport germs, Alex.”

“Fine—”

“And pair two is dirty because I fell into a fucking creek.” I dropped my hands and leveled him with a glare. “Please control yourself.”

“So you’re saying…if you’d simply been wearing them around your house, and not here, you wouldn’t mind if I…” Alex trailed off with a sharp inhale andthen subsequently a low whistle when I nodded, a brief jerk of my head in ascent. “I’m gonna buy youso manypanties, George,” he blurted. “A fucking mountain of them. Strappy ones. Frilly ones. Whatever the fuck you want, baby, it’s yours. Jesus Christ.”

Apparently my distraction was working.

Alex sounded like himself again.

I hadn’t really meant to admit any of that—but in hindsight I was glad that I had. When I peeked at Alex, the color had returned to his cheeks and his pale eyes were dark with lust. Like always, he was already watching me. Which by this point was no surprise.

He wasn’t going to do any of that. There wasn’t time, but I appreciated his enthusiasm.

“Does it turn you on to know I wanna suck on your dirty panties? Wanna lick where that sweet cock got them wet, hard all day, aching for me,” Alex continued playing into his fantasy.

“Christ.”

“You look embarrassed,” Alex observed throatily. “But pleased.”

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