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“Not right now.” He signed dramatically, pouting handsomely at me.
“Aww, you’re so cute!” I kissed him quickly. “Like I said. You can see my boobs anytime you want. The other things, we have to wait until the house is empty.”
Trucker perked up.
He used an index finger to gently tug at the front of my nightgown and peered in.
“Nice.” He grinned, nodding appreciatively.
I swatted his arm, playfully.
“Let’s get cleaned up and go down.” I told him. “It would be nice to have breakfast together before the others have to go. Andi is going to leave her camper here and stay with me for a few days before having to go back to work.”
“That’s nice.” Trucker rolled over to lay on his back with an arm under his head.
But even though I suggested getting up, I cuddled into his chest, feeling his warmth, memorizing his scent.
Once Kaos, Zoom and Moose left, Andi stuck around with Trucker. While she went about her days, I gave her access to my house in order to charge things for the camper and the like. I didn’t know how anyone lived like that.
She used the camper to travel to other towns during the summer, living in the thing when she’s not working.
Trucker surprised me by leaving a box on my bed with a dress, jewelry to match and a pair of brand new stilettos. When I opened the box and saw what was in it, all I could do was turn and smile at him before diving against his chest.
He laughed boisterously, hugged me back then told me to get dressed after a few kisses.
Without question, I showered, took great care in the way I smelled, the way I did my hair.
Trucker liked my neck and my shoulders, and I was careful to ensure he had access to both.
After dressing, I carefully descended the stairs.
“Oh—” Trucker exclaimed as he saw me. “I know you would look—wow.”
“Do you like it?”
He nodded.
“Aren’t you going to ask where we’re going?” Trucker wanted to know.
“I trust you—you look amazing.”
Licking my lips, I walked around him taking in everything.
His black suit seemed tailored for him.
It sat on his wide shoulders then bottomed at the front to show off his perfect waist. I paid particularly close attention to his ass but blushed when he noticed I was staring.
“I’m a very lucky woman, Mayson.” I told him.
“What makes you say that?”
“You’re mine.” My voice cracked.
He said nothing.
I clamped my palms over my mouth.
Tenderly, he held my shoulders until I looked up into his heated, brown stare.
