Page 31 of More than Paper

I moan as his cock pulses against me.

His hands slip down and cup my ass. “I’m glad I get to take you on a real date.”

Yes! It is a date!

“A date, huh?”

“Yep.”

I giggle. “Will there be perks?”

He groans. “If my wishes come true.”

I pull back. “I don’t have a lot of nice things with me. Where are we going?”

“I’m not telling you.”

“Then, how do I know what to wear?”

“You can go as you are.”

I am wearing yoga pants and a T-shirt. I packed in a haze, worried about Charlotte and upset, and my suitcase is a mishmash of uncoordinated outfits. “I don’t think so.”

Jamison rolls his eyes. “Casual. Wear whatever you want.”

“Now you’re giving me anxiety.”

He grabs my hand, and walks me into the bedroom. Throwing my suitcase on the bed, he opens it then rummages through my clothes.

“What are you doing?”

“Finding you an outfit to wear so you aren’t anxious.”

“What if I had my vibrator stashed in there?” I seriously say.

“Didn’t you kill the motor?” he teases.

Okay, I walked into that one.

“Nope. Not yet.”

His eyes widen. “Is it in here?”

“No.”

I don’t know. I can’t remember if I packed it or not.

He puts a pair of jeans on the bed, reaches into my suitcase behind him, and randomly picks a shirt. “This one.”

“You didn’t even look at it.”

“Doesn’t matter. You’re going to look hot in it.” He turns back to the suitcase. “On the other hand, you definitely need to wear these tonight.” Jamison pulls out a black lace thong and matching push-up bra.

The man has seen me naked and made me orgasm so many times I lost count. He knows my vibrator’s motor is about to die out. But heat still rises through my face.

He sits down on the bed. “You can change now.” He waggles his eyebrows at me.

I slap his shoulder. “Go away.”

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