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“I do.”
“No, I’m a writer…of sorts. You ever go into a Spencer’s Gifts or one of those kind of stores?”
I had. Susie and I used to go into Spencer’s all the time and joke around with the sex toys. One time she took the lid off a bottle of motion lotion. As she leaned in to smell it, I smacked her hand and her nose went into the bottle. Her nose started burning, her eyes started watering, and we ended up having to ditch our movie dates.
Sorry, totally random bit of Mandy info. Back to my story.
“You know the sex games there, like the dirty secret kind
of games and Truth or Dare…that kind of stuff?” Braden asked.
I laughed out loud and threw my head back. This guy had to be kidding.
“I write the questions in those games. I write a lot of the stuff there. Sometimes I even do the goofy T-shirt slogans.”
“Get out of here.”
“I’m serious.”
“Eyes on the road, handsome,” I said, reminding him that he was in control of our safety for the evening.
“Handsome,” he repeated.
Oh shit, I said that out loud.
I don’t know if it was just that fifth-month mark or if I’d really started to become a tramp but I felt my eyes drifting towards the crotch of his pants. He was driving so he didn’t notice. But I was straining to see. The car was too dark and the shadows had him covered.
I shifted my gaze before he looked over.
Man I really want this guy.
Mark, my ex, was good in bed. He was romantic at first but then he wasn’t. He just stopped caring at some point. I stuck around because he was really good in bed. He had a tongue that could go until I begged him to stop. That’s a rare talent to have. I was with him out of necessity.
Braden, this guy, was like a piece of devil cake placed on the table in front of me when I’ve been on an unwavering diet for five months. I wanted the cake. I was going to have it. I was going to lick the chocolate off the top and devour that thing…whole.
It was time to turn up the heat.
“Ask me one of the questions you created in the game,” I said.
He laughed under his breath, then looked over at me, realizing I was serious.
“These are some pretty serious questions. You sure you want to start down that path?”
His voice lowered as he reached the last word in the question. It dipped a little and it had a bit of a breathy tone like just bringing up the topic was leading towards some kind of forbidden route. Like he was inviting me naked onto his raft built for one.
I’ll ride that raft. Let’s do it.
“Ask me.”
He paused, eyes on the road, thinking.
“You’ll answer whatever I ask?”
I had to think about this one. Would I answer ANYTHING he asked? I guess. I didn’t have too many dirty little secrets and I suppose if he did ask me something I didn’t want to answer I could just lie, right? How would he know?
“Just ask me.”
“Okay, let’s start with something easy. Do you like when a guy wears boxers or tighty whities?”
