Page 87 of Out of the Gold

I chuckle. “Yourhard work? Felt like it was my hardness.” I rub my crotch.

“Letch!”

I glance at the clock and grimace. “As much as I’d love to pick up where we left off, you really need to get me into this costume. No more wandering hands.” I slant her a piercing glare.

She lifts her pinky to mine. “Pinky swear.”

I lock my little finger with hers and she gets back on her knees and starts in on my right leg. “So, are you okay with going to Chicago after we wrap? And is it really cool for me to stay at your family’s?”

Melody continues the intricate stitches. “Yeah, I’m fine with going to Chicago. And my parents won’t ever let me stay in a hotel. As for you . . .” Her shoulders raise, then lower. “Never done that before, but there’s a first time for everything.”

“I’m honored. And if your parents have an issue with it, I can stay with my folks, no problem. Although, we’ll have to find time to sneak in a few quickies.” I wink at her.

She continues to sew me in and, in much less time than before, she finishes. “There. Try that out.”

As I walk around the trailer, she stands and shakes out her legs, grimacing with the movements. “Are your legs bothering you?”

“It’s not the easiest position, but I’m good.”

Dropping to my knees in front of her, I let my fingers trail down both of her legs, massaging them. She moans. “That feels so good.” I end my impromptu massage with kisses behind both of her knees.

She laughs. Carefree and happy. Which, in turn, lifts my spirits. After putting on the now infamous gloves, we spend the next minutes wrangling me into the top part of the costume. “I’ll get your boots while you snap in,” she directs.

I open my legs and let the material hang. “I don’t think so.”

“What?”

I look down toward my cock and then back to her. “As my dresser, I think you need to do your job.”

“Oh you do, do you?”

“Yep.”

My boots clatter to the floor as she stands in front of me. “I guess I can’t shirk my responsibilities.”

“Nope.” I let the “P” sound pop off my tongue, prompting a giggle from her. Drawing her in, I kiss her lips. “Now, go do your duty.”

She mock salutes me and falls to her knees. Again. I widen my stance. She grabs for the snaps.

“Easy. You’re dealing with some pretty important cargo.”

In a husky voice, she replies, “Very true.”

She traces my dick over the underwear and I reconsider whether this is a good idea. Before my body gets too aroused, I snap my fingers. “Eyes on the prize.”

“Oh, they are.” Without moving her head, she looks up at me and snaps the top of my costume closed. “Done,” she breathes.

“I might be.”

She giggles and stands up, then her face turns serious as she makes minor adjustments to my costume. Satisfied, she orders me to put on the socks and boots.

“The price is a kiss.”

She beams at me. “Gladly.” Wrapping her arms around my neck, she gives me one, complete with her tongue.

“Damn. I wish I wasn’t sewn into this outfit. I’d like to—”

“Shhh. Save your creativity for later, Charles. Now it’s time to turn into the good doctor.”

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