Page 40 of Tiago

“You’re correct.Good memory.”I smirk as I pull on a clean polo shirt.

She stalks toward the chest of drawers, but I reach out and wrap an arm around her to haul her back.I sit in the navy velvet armchair and pull her between my legs, keeping her from escaping with my hands spanning her waist.“I’m glad you packed this dress.It’s very pretty.It doesn’t need a bra, and no one will know you’re not wearing panties under it.”

She glances down at her front.The dress is a pure white halter dress with a fitted bodice over her chest.It flares out from below her breasts.It’s a bit short, but she’s not leaving the house in it.We’re just going down to dinner.

I tug on the front so that the elastic material drags over her tender nipples.“What’s this called?”I ask as I point to her chest.

“Smocking, and it’s chafing against my tits.I need a strapless bra.”

“I like that it’s chafing your tits, baby.You don’t need a bra.”I check the thin straps at her shoulders to make sure they’re tied.I don’t think they’re functional.They’re just part of the style.The dress isn’t going to fall off her.Someone would have to tug really hard to expose her breasts.

When I’m satisfied, I lower my hands to the hem, slide my palms under the dress, and cup her still-heated bottom.

Her breath hitches, and she bats at me.“Stop touching me.It’s making me dizzy.”

I chuckle.“I like you a bit off-kilter, baby.”I give her butt cheeks a squeeze.

She squeals as she comes onto her toes.“Tiago…”

I release her and point toward her sandals.They’re dainty and white.Until now, I’ve never seen her dressed in something so girly.She usually wears hiking clothes to work and changes into her obscenely short shorts after work to taunt me.

Tonight, her hair is down, hanging in long blond waves.She looks younger than usual in this virginal dress, but I’m not concerned about her age anymore.She’s old enough, and I don’t give a fuck.

She pushes out her bottom lip, which only makes me laugh.“You have five minutes to get your sandals on before I drape you over my shoulder and carry you down the stairs.”I would never let anyone see her pussy, including anyone in my family, but I know she would panic if I carried her like a caveman because her bottom would be completely exposed until I set her down.

“Tiago…” she whines.

“Four minutes.”

She hurrumphs as she turns around to stomp over to her sandals.She has to bend at her knees to snag them off the floor in order to avoid flashing me.

Watching her hop on one foot and then the other to slip the delicate sandals on is a pleasure, especially since I get several glimpses of her pussy.I sit back in the armchair and watch the show, rubbing my chin as I try to appear casual.

“Happy?”she sasses, hands on her hips.

“Immensely.”I rise, come to her, take her chin in my fingers, and kiss her briefly.“Time for dinner.”

Reagan sighs dramatically and repeatedly as we make our way to the dining room.I try not to chuckle.She’s adorable.

Everyone else is already seated when we enter, and they all look at us, undoubtedly wondering where our relationship stands after the altercation with Silvia.

I pull out a chair for Reagan and watch as she carefully tucks her dress under her cute butt.She’s so unnerved by her lack of panties, and I can’t help it.I like it when she’s off-kilter.It pleases me.

“Everything okay?”Claire asks softly, eyeing Reagan.

“Yeah…” She doesn’t expound.That’s okay.I know she’s not pleased with everything that happened, but she’s not leaving me over it, so I have to count it as a win.

“I followed Silvia,” Dallas tells me.

I lift a brow as I take my seat.“And?”

“She’s staying at the motel on the edge of town.Either she’s unwilling to give up yet, or she didn’t want to drive back to wherever she came from today.”

“She didn’t stop at Thomas’s office?”

“Nope.”

I smirk.The woman isn’t serious, then.Granted, she doesn’t have a leg to stand on because that kid is definitely not mine.

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