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I opened my mouth and darted my tongue against the pad of his thumb.
He raised his eyebrow at me. “Now how about you drop to your knees and reenact that beautiful ceremony?”
I looked around his empty apartment. “I don’t see any wedding servants for me to fuck…”
Tanner pinned me against the wall. “Bad girl.” He placed a searing kiss against my lips.
True Love - Chapter 29 – Our Stalkiversary
Thursday – April 4, 2024
Ash
The next two weeks were pure sex. Or at least…as much sex as I could handle. Tanner was freaking HUGE.
And he was insatiable. Tanner had 300 years of pent-up sexual energy, and I was the proud beneficiary.
It was a good thing that Frost had fired me from BIMG, because after riding Tanner’s humungous cock I wouldn’t have been able to walk to the office anyway.
I pulled the fuzzy blanket up a little higher to make sure we were properly burritoed. Then I grabbed the remote. “So what are we gonna binge watch tonight?”
Tanner put his arm behind his head to get a better view of me. “I actually thought we could do something else…”
I laughed. “Tanner, we literally just finished having sex. I need a minute or I’m never going to be able to walk again.”
He smiled. “Well it’s a good thing I had another plan for this evening.” He snapped his fingers.
My face fell onto the couch because his chest was no longer there to support my head. And Tanner was suddenly standing in front of me in one of his signature colorful tuxedos. This one was crimson with black polka dots.
Which was odd. Because I was sure he’d worn it before. And Tanner never wore the same tuxedo twice. Had he given up on life now that we were happily together?
Wait! No!It wasn’t just any of his tuxedos. It was the one he’d been wearing exactly one year ago when I’d caught him looking for me on my bench. Later that night, he’d delivered my invitation to the Society. And the rest was history.
I couldn’t believe he remembered our stalkiversary! He even made sure to ditch his soccer alter-ego mustache and headband. He looked exactly the same as he had one year ago. The sides of his head were shaved, with the top kept long and pulled into a man bun. He looked confident and sexy. I was so glad I hadn’t reported him to the cops a year ago for being a dirty stalker.
I squealed. “Oh my God! Are we doing something special for our stalkiversary?”
“Yes, I thought it was important to celebrate the day I caught you stalking me through those binoculars.”
“You mean the dayIcaughtyouscowling because I wasn’t on my usual bench? You were such a crazy stalker. I still can’t believe you didn’t end up being a serial killer.”
He laughed. “Who’s to say I’m not?” He gave me a look like he was about to devour every inch of me. In a sexy way. Not in a chop me up into little bits way.
“Total psycho,” I said.
“Baby,youwere definitely stalkingme. In your example you even saidyour usual bench. Which implies you were there all the time stalking me.”
“I had a bench I liked to sit at that a creepy stalker happened to watch me on.”
He laughed. “Creepy, huh?” He pulled something out of this jacket pocket. “Well, if you thought getting the Society invitation was creepy, I’m not sure you’re going to like this stalkiversary surprise.”
“Oh a surprise?! Give it to me.” I put my hand out.
He laughed and handed me an envelope just like the one I’d gotten a year ago. It was black with a gold wax seal.
“Are you inviting me to another sex club?” I asked.
“Just open it.”
