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“Well awesome, congratulations. Get your future fucks elsewhere.”
I balled up my panties that had somehow ended up on the opposite side of the room, along with my heels, and stomped toward the living room for some privacy from him. I couldn’t dress in front of him. Not after that.
“Oh, fuck off,” he complained, scrambling after me.
I was about to say the same back when he grabbed me again, pulling me back into his naked chest. The heat coming off him was so soothing, it infuriated me.
“I didn’t fuck you because I needed to get my rocks off, Frey,” he growled into my ear. “I fucked you because every molecule in my body demanded I fuck you. I didn’t make you come because I wanted it to be a win-win. I made you scream because if I didn’t hear you cry out my name, I might have actually died. Right there on the spot, expired.”
“You’re so dramatic.”
“I thought chicks liked drama.”
“Women hate drama. They just can’t help but be dramatic.”
Ashton actually laughed at that, his arms tightening around my waist.
“I’m still figuring this out, Frey. Give a guy a break, ok?”
I nodded, lifting my arms to turn around in his grasp and wrap my body around him.
“You know, you don’t have to figure this out all on your own. Any of it. You have me, no matter what.”
He squeezed me tighter, almost to the point of pain, then let me go.
“Get back on that bed, and I’ll bring in whatever you brought for dinner.”
“Oh yeah! I forgot about that,” I admitted.
He rolled his eyes at me, pointed to the mattress, then meandered through the house buck-ass naked to go get our dinner that was hopefully still somewhat warm.
I knew the man liked Italian, so I carb loaded us up with pasta, meatballs, and garlic bread.
“Holy shit, this smells incredible,” he said as he dug through the bag on the way back.
“Should we eat at the table?” I asked, settling my butt back down under the sheets, feeling a little self-conscious of my own nakedness now that all the hot and heavy stuff had passed.
He shrugged, setting the bags down between us as he dipped to snatch up his underwear.
Oh, so clothing wasn’t off limits?
Sitting back, I slipped my panties up my legs, then proceeded to wiggle them up while still sitting, which was pretty much an idiotic idea. Why hadn’t I just stood up to get them on?
Ash laughed at me, then reached over to help me pull, which ended up just ripping the delicate lace and giving me a wedgie in the process.
“Ashton!” I yelped, wiggling around worse to relieve the fucking wedgie.
The man giggled. Goddamn giggled.
“Sorry,” he apologized, though he was obviously preoccupied by watching my boobs bounce.
Ugh. Men.
To be fair, if he pulled a ‘pudding’ move like Dean from ‘Supernatural’, well, I’d probably be captivated, too.
I could see his eyes smoldering again, knowing that he was getting all kinds of worked up for round two, but I needed food or I’d never make it through.
“Eat this,” I told him, ignoring the lace scraping my butt hole. “Then you can eat me.”
