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All these thoughts had gone round and round in my head non-stop ever since I thought it up. It was super complicated. A million times more complicated than our friends-with-benefits arrangement, and I was already getting my emotions incredibly mixed up dealing with that.
Now, I was standing in his arms, scared as hell because I was thinking about testing the waters. I wanted to send up a trial balloon to see how he’d think about it without completely blurting out the insane idea, but I was tongue-tied. I knew he cared about me, but how much of that was tied into the sex for him?
We finally separated. I looked down at my chest and fingered my new necklace. “How about I show you just how much I like my new presents?”
His smile took my breath away. “Oh yeah? How are you going to do that, wifey?”
I walked my finger up his chest. “I’ll do whatever you want me to for the night. Just tell me and I’ll do it. Whatever you desire. I’ll be your sex slave.”
He caught my finger in his hand and held it. “What if I just want to hold you? Or maybe do the classic missionary position? With the lights out?”
“If vanilla’s your flavor, there’s no shame in it, but I’m sure you can get more creative,” I teased. “I know, we can role-play. You be the sexy rock star — not really a stretch for you — and I’ll be your adoring groupie. You can show me how you treat your groupies.”
He tensed up, and his jaw hardened. “I don’t want to be with groupies. That’s far from my fantasy,” he forced out through gritted teeth. “I’d rather just have sex with you. Instead, how about I see how many orgasms I can give you?”
God, I’d fucked that up. I had meant to be playful, but he’d gone cold at the suggestion and it probably sounded a whole lot like passive-aggressive resentment.
“I have a better idea.” Desperate, I was trying to figure out how to undo what I’d said. “First, have a seat on the couch.”
What better to make him forget my gaffe than to get naked? I’d do a little striptease for him. There was no music, no mood lighting, I wasn’t wearing stripper heels, and my outer clothing wasn’t very sexy. I was wearing skinny jeans with a fuzzy sweater and fuzzy socks, but underneath was some cute stuff, so I’d work with those. As long as you projected confidence, men didn’t care.
When he was seated, I turned my back to him and then slowly lifted up my sweater, wiggling my hips a bit. I pulled it over my head and then looked over my shoulder at him before I threw it his way.
Taking my skinny jeans off was going to be a lot harder while remaining sultry. I almost needed to sit on the floor to pull them off, especially from the ankles, and that was not sexy at all. Wiggling them down past my hips, I then struggled with them in the most seductive manner possible until I got them off. I almost toppled twice and I may have mumbled a curse a few times.
When I turned back around, Bash’s hand was partially covering his mouth and rubbing his chin. I’m pretty sure he was trying not to laugh, but he had that sparkle of mischief back in his eye — the one I’d doused earlier with my careless words. My amateur striptease was working.
I was down to my bra and panties, so I turned around to face him, satisfied when his jaw dropped. I was wearing a harness bra and barely there panties; they both consisted of more straps than fabric.
Hoping it looked sexy, I shimmied my boobs a bit before I unhooked the bra and then tossed it aside. The last to go was the panties. I teased the waistband string up and down my hip several times before I whisked them off.
Now that I was naked, I didn’t know what to do, so I stalked over to the couch and straddled Bash’s lap.
He planted his hands on my hips. “So far, I like your idea.”
“Wait till you see what’s next.”
His eyes darted over to the staircase. He looked concerned. “We should take this upstairs.”
Shit, I forgot about Kody. What if he came down? “Yes, take me to bed, Sebastian.”
He teased at my entrance with the tip of his thumb and the look he gave me was so heated that lust ignited inside of me like a raging inferno. “Your wish is my command.”
He took my arms and placed them around his neck. He was ridiculously strong to be able to stand up with me still in his lap. I wrapped my legs around his hips and he wedged a forearm under my ass for support.
He stopped to gather up my clothes – he pulled my sweater and panties from the couch and then kind of used his foot to gather my balled-up jeans that were half under the Christmas tree — all without letting me go. Then he carried me up the stairs and to his bedroom.
He placed me gently on the bed. “I’m going to peek in on Kody. I’ll be right back.
By the time I was finished using the bathroom, he was back.
I sat down on the edge of the bed. “You’re way overdressed, Sebastian. It’s time for you to strip.”
“Yes, ma’am. “ He reached behind his head and pulled off his shirt, showing off his rippling muscles in the process.
I placed my hand on my hip and frowned. “Don’t call me ma’am. Ever. I’m wifey to you.”
He smiled. “Okay, wifey.”
