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“I’m grumpy,” I informed him. I’d been grumpy after the third phone call, and now on a scale from annoyed to fucking pissed off I was Godzilla. I was more emotional than usual, and didn’t know if it was because of PMS, or a potential pregnancy.
“I gathered that. I’ve got a solution on the way.”
I peeked at him with interest. “You mean there’s an orgasm in the making?”
He smirked. “Early dinner and wine.”
“Ooooh, that’s even better.”
“Now you’re just stabbing my pride. Dinner and wine are better than orgasms?”
I saw my mistake and sought to rectify it immediately. Otherwise, this hottie might start again with his dangerous ideas, like not giving me orgasms.
“No, no. Not what I meant at all. But a grumpy Paige with a full stomach is better than a grumpy Paige with an empty stomach.”
“I see. Are you done with your workday?”
“Yep.”
He gave my ass a little smack. “Then lose these clothes.”
“What?”
“Take a shirt from my dresser. And don’t wear any panties. I want to see your sexy ass.”
“Those are very... specific instructions. And by the way, I haven’t been wearing panties the entire day.”
Will stopped in the act of groping my ass. “And you didn’t tell me.”
“Well, no. Why tempt you?”
He bit my shoulder lightly, fondling my ass again. “Go change.”
“Yes, boss.”
I rose from the couch as Will’s phone rang. I didn’t move further as he went to answer it.
“Hi, Elliot!” He frowned, and nodded, dragging his hands down his face. “Well, we knew there was a good chance it would play out this way. Thanks for the call.”
He was gripping his phone so tightly when he disconnected the call that I thought he might break it.
“I’m sorry, Will.”
He nodded tightly, then pressed his palms against his eyes. I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his bare middle—he was still wearing only shorts. He returned my hug, resting his chin on top of my head.
“Go change. Dinner will be here soon.”
Now we were both grumpy. But as I searched through the stack of T-shirts in his bedroom, instead of drowning in my own problems, I was brainstorming ways to comfort him. Step number one: I would wear the shortest T-shirt he owned. It wasn’t an easy task, considering he was as big as a mountain, but eventually I did find a T-shirt that looked like it had shrunk from washing. My ass cheeks were visible. Oh yeah, that would give him something to look at. I pulled my hair into a bun before remembering he liked to run his hand through it during our sexy times, so I let it fall around my shoulders.
Our dinner had already been delivered when I returned to the living room, and Will was setting it on plates.
“Smells delicious.”
He looked at me over his shoulder, then slowly turned around, taking in my outfit. His gaze was on my bare legs. I twirled once, showing off my ass.
“You like this?”
He didn’t respond. Well, at least not with words. The look in his eyes was... feral. I sashayed toward him until we were only inches apart. Will was standing with his hands at his sides, as if not touching me cost him all his willpower, but then he lost the battle. One hand went to my waist and the other slid down to my ass, pressing me against him.
