Page 182 of Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions

Hewas the one that looked pleased, lips curling up into a sexy smirk.

“Of course I’m embarrassed,” I croaked. “I just admitted that wearing women’s undergarments makes me feel powerful. Most guys would be.”

Alex debated with himself before shrugging. “Maybe,” he admitted. “But…I don’t think you should be.”

“Yeah?”

“It’s hot,” Alex purred. “And if it makes you feel ‘powerful,’ who the fuck cares if it’s not something ‘most guys’ would do? It’s whatyoudo, and that’s attractive as hell. Just like your stompy little walk when you’re pissed off. Just like the way you’re always pushing your hair back when you’re nervous. Just like the way you won’t look at me when you feel vulnerable. It’s sexy because it’s part of you.”

I’d never thought of it that way, but it certainly did make me feel better. Noone had ever seen me so clearly before and it was…startling. I nodded, and Alex’s smirk turned smoky soft. “Okay. So…” he said. “You feed your cat. You shower. You shave your legs. You put on some slutty panties?—”

“They’re not always slutty.”

“Let me live my dream, George.”

“Fine.” I huffed, turning back to the ceiling so I wouldn’t feel so goddamn close to shaking apart.You’re supposed to be cheering him up,I reminded myself.Keep going. It’s working.“Then I put my suit on, brush my teeth, eat breakfast—and brush my teeth again.”

“What do you eat?”

“Oatmeal.”

“Every day?”

“Yes.”

“Huh.” Alex’s smile was soft. “I thought you said you like to cook.”

“I do—on the weekends. I’m too busy on a typical weekday to find time for anything elaborate.”

“Continue.” He wiggled to get comfortable like I was telling him a bedtime story. The effect was ruined when I heard rustling, glanced down, and caught him with his hand between his legs. He gave his cock a squeeze, and I licked my lips, tempted to reach over and try to help again.

“I ride the subway to work.” Alex’s hand was definitely distracting me.

“Is it normally crowded?”

“Always.”

“What next?” Alex didn’t squeeze again, simply held his dick like it was comforting to do so. I turned back to the ceiling as I tried to get my thoughts out of the gutter.

Which was difficult, all things considered.

“You’re distracting me with your…” I jerked a shoulder, and Alex laughed.

“What? Is my hard dick making your job difficult, baby?” Alex cooed, playful and unrepentant. “Well, tough. Ignore it. I am.”

“Your hand is literally on it.”

“For moral support.”

“I’ve never heard of masturbating for moral support before.”

“Wanna try? Mutual jerk-off session. We can call it therapy.”

“I think my therapist would be offended that you just said that.”

“I think that you need to spend less time worrying about how hard my dick is and more time telling me my bedtime story. You’re supposed to bedistractingme, Georgie. Not taking advantage of me.” It was obvious Alex was joking. I could literally hear his smirk.

But he wasn’t totally wrong.

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