Page 80 of Not That Ridiculous

“Well what?”

“Are you…?”

“You said they stay up.”

“Obviously, I didn’t mean it.”

“It seemed obvious. Never hurts to check in, though.”

I squirmed restlessly. “Fine. Take them down.”

“Take what down?”

I huffed. He was going to make me say it. “Pull my jeans down.”

“Can I pull your boxers down, too?”

“What? Yes.”

“Can I kiss your butt, Charlie?”

My face flamed. “If the spirit moves you, I don’t have any objection.”

“Can I bite it?”

I hesitated.

“Like this.” He gnawed gently on my neck, then whispered in my ear, “Just like this.”

“Okay.”

He heaved against me with what I realised was amusement, and I scowled.

“Can I lick?—”

“Oh my god! You can do what you want to my arse! Today, please.” Before I lost my nerve.

He pushed his hands down, taking my jeans with them. Only so far, though. He yanked me about a bit, made an impatient noise, hauled my back end out, and peeled me like a banana.

“How long did it take you to get into these?” he asked admiringly, standing up from the crouch he’d been obliged to drop into to get them all the way down.

I refused to admit how long it had taken me, but it was in the double digits.

And then I was standing there in my kitchen, braced against the counter with my jeans and underwear around my ankles while Kevin Wallis stood behind me, breathing heavily.

A breeze caressed my naked buttocks.

That was all.

A breeze.

I shifted awkwardly. “Uh,” I said.

…wasit flat? Was it too flat? I’d been squatting on a daily basis since he’d first said it that day in the gym. Maybe I needed to do more than ten?

Kevin cleared his throat behind me. I dared a quick glance in the reflective surface of the window. His head was angled down, eyes glued to my butt.

Staring at it.

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