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I didn’t have any stockings that weren’t black, so black would have to do. I had a pair of black pumps with a dangerously pointed toe, a thin stiletto heel and a saucy ankle strap and I yanked them out of their box. I pulled off my clothes, put on the underwear, threw on a short robe and ran and called Chowleena in. Then I smoothed on the stockings and lit the room softly with a small lamp on my dressing table that gave just enough light to see, but not enough lightto see.
Then I paced, waiting for Lee. It couldn’t take that long, and he was jazzed. He’d want to get home.
I put the shoes by the side of the bed so I could put them on when I heard him come in.
I laid down on my bed to wait.
Immediately my adrenaline crashed and I fell asleep.
TWENTY-ONE
WE AREN’T PRACTICE FOR THE REAL THING
Iheard Lee mutter, “Fuck,” and my wrist was circled by his fingers.
I opened my eyes and saw him lay back in the bed, his hand at his jaw.
“Hey,” I said sleepily.
“You didn’t wait long,” he answered, letting my wrist go.
“I crashed.”
He was settling against the pillows, shirt unbuttoned all the way down, belt gone from his jeans. He looked warm and comfy so I snuggled up to him, burrowing my face in his neck. One of his arms slid around my shoulders, the other hand was rubbing his jaw.
“Why are you rubbing your jaw?” I asked.
“I was gettin’ into bed, you turned and clocked me.”
Oopsie.
“Sorry. That happens sometimes. I’m an active sleeper.”
“So you’ve said.”
I snuggled deeper into him and wrapped my arm around his abs. I closed my eyes, my cheek against his shoulder.
“What are you doin’?” he asked.
“Going to bed. I’m sleepy.”
“What happened to being jazzed?”
“No more jazzed,” I murmured and settled in. “Sleepy.”
He turned and one of his hands went to my hip and pushed it back. My body went with it and I opened my eyes.
His hand went from my hip to smooth over the material of the robe at my ass.
I looked at him. It was dark, but I could still tell his eyes were warm and intent.
Mm.
I took a not so wild shot in the dark. “You’re still jazzed.”
“Totally pumped,” he answered, then his mouth connected with my jaw, ran the length of it and dipped down to my neck.
His hand went under the robe, encountered the garter and froze.
