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Nothing ever went as planned. Even when I had a master plan.
11
DEX
* * *
I hadn’t thought my idea through very well. I pictured Lindy in bed with me, but I didn’t picture a pillow between us.
A fucking berm.
That was a surmountable problem.
But I hadn’t imagined Lindy coming to bed in a tiny baby blue nightgown that barely covered her. It wasn’t lingerie because it had no lace or silk or cutouts or anything sexy. No. It had little spaghetti straps that showed off her slim shoulders. A rounded neckline, cut low enough that it showed off the top swells of her pert, perfect tits. And the rest of them because the cotton was thin enough I couldn’t miss her nipples. Even those little dots that circled the hard tips were highlighted. And the length of the fucking thing? Mid-thigh. And it had–for no fucking reason–a little slit on the right leg.
Was she wearing panties beneath it because I sure as hell couldn’t see any panty lines.
No. I saw the fullness of her tits, the tapered waist, the flare of her hips. Her ass. Her legs. Every fucking inch of her was either exposed or outlined.
Except for her pussy which I was sure was as perfect as the rest of her.
When she pointed out that I was hard, yeah, well, no shit.
I had to be dead not to be hard seeing her in those little pajamas or whatever the hell they were called. All I knew was now I was in bed with Lindy who was sexier than ever.
I was rock-hard, sweating and probably going to succumb from blue balls by midnight.
I wanted to yank that pillow away, tug her to me and settle the panty question once and for all.
Instead, I had to lie here and listen to her even breathing while I couldn’t do a thing about my raging hard on.
12
LINDY
* * *
This bed was so cozy, I rubbed my face against my pillow. My oddly warm, slightly hairy and very firm pillow.
My eyes popped open the second I remembered where I was. In bed, with Dex.
Not with him.
On him.
I was sprawled across his bare chest like a human blanket, one of my legs nestled between his. My head was tucked into the crook of his shoulder. One of Dex’s hands was on my thigh, the other was–
“Don’t move, sugar. You were doing just fine.”
“Your hand is on my butt.”
That hand gave my bare ass a gentle squeeze.
Oh. My. God.
“Sure is.”
“Why is it on my butt?”
