Page 99 of Wardrobe Malfunction

“Then, yes, I would love to go.”

“Good.” He smiles.

Then, he kisses me with that smile, and I let myself absorb that happiness, making it mine, too.

“Vaughn—”

“I was kidding about the paddle spanking.”

“Oh, good.”

“But let’s talk about the kinky and dirty that you’re not averse to,” he says, lifting my leg and hooking it over his hip.

“Cool. But, first, can we talk about what I’m going to wear to your sister’s wedding? Because I have two days and nothing to wear.”

“Oh God,” he groans, falling to his back, covering his face with his hands.

“What?” I say, laughing. I climb over him and straddle his hips.

He pulls his hands from his face. “I want to get it on, and my woman wants to talk clothes.”

“Hey, you knew what you were getting into when you got involved with me.” I smile, loving that he just called me his woman.

He sits up, putting us face-to-face. His big hands grab my hips, and he yanks me onto his cock, which is hard.

“Oh,” I say, my eyes widening.

“Yeah, oh. So, do you still want to talk about clothes? Or do you want me to make you come? Multiple times.”

I scrunch my nose up, like I’m thinking about it. “I guess…we can talk about clothes later.”

“That’s what I thought,” he growls. Then, he attacks my mouth with those gorgeous lips of his.

Vaughn

My dad is waiting for us in the parking lot at Klamath Falls Airport.

We flew by private jet, like I always do when I go home. Charly had never flown private before, so she was pretty excited. It was cute to see. She kept taking photos of the plane and the views.

We left Vegas at two thirty, and we landed at four thirty, so we made good time. And, now, I have three days off, which also means three days alone with Charly at my house. I can’t deny that I’m looking forward to being free about our relationship here.

“Hey, Dad.” I walk over to him.

He’s standing by my car. He puts out his cigar. He thinks my mom doesn’t know he smokes them.

I put my bag down and hug him. It’s been a while since I last saw him. A few months at least.

“Good to see you, son.” He hugs me, patting my back. “How was your flight?”

“Good.” I smile, stepping back. “Dad, this is Charly.”

She’s lingering back a little and steps forward when I introduce her.

“Nice to meet you, sir.” She waves.

God, she’s cute.

My dad smiles at her. “Call me Anthony. And it’s nice to meet you, too, Charly. You’ve stopped my daughter from canceling her wedding, which has cost me thousands of dollars, so you’re my new favorite person.”