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He nods like that’s what he expected. The hall is wide enough so I just keep walking, but he turns and follows me toward his dad’s room.
Not too long ago, that would have worried me, but I’m a lot more comfortable with him now.
I still don’t want him following me into Milo’s room, though.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
“Changing clothes.”
“What’s wrong with those ones?”
I smile cheekily as I stop outside the bedroom door. “Your dad wants me out of them.”
His eyebrows rise with interest. “You always do what he tells you to?”
“Of course I do.”
“What a good little slut,” he says almost affectionately. “Need some help?”
“I think I can manage,” I assure him.
“You sure? I can help you with that zipper.”
Since I’m wearing a cashmere sweater and jeans and not a dress with a zipper down the back, I cock an eyebrow at him. Then his gaze drops to the zipper of my jeans and my cheeks heat.
“Wow, really?”
He smirks. “I’m just saying.”
“I’m an engaged woman,” I remind him, opening the door and backing into the bedroom.
“Not a dealbreaker for me,” he says, but thankfully doesn’t try to follow me in.
“Engaged toyour dad.”
“Still not hearing anything that gets in the way of me giving you a quick orgasm before we head back downstairs.”
I crack a smile and close the door in his face. “You’re crazy.”
“I’m also good with my hands,” he calls through the door.
I laugh a little to myself since he can’t see me, then I head for the closet to change into something sexier for Milo.
Chapter thirty-five
Kennedy
I strip off all my clothes and change into a sexy set of lingerie—a black lace cami top that stops at my waist so my belly shows and a little pair of matching black lace and pink silk shorts that barely cover my ass.
I turn in the mirror and smile faintly with approval. He wanted sexy. This definitely fits the bill.
Since I can’t be seen this way by anyone who hasn’t fucked me, I pull on my little satin robe and tie it around my waist.
The shorts might be more coverage than Milo technically wanted, but they’re not really panties, and I’m not wearing panties underneath.
If I didn’t wearanythinglike he wanted, I’d risk bending over to grab something and showing all my business to anyone who happened to be behind me. Evensittingcomfortably when we watch a movie later, I’d be risking flashing somebody.
If only Milo and Jonathan were downstairs, I might not have been as worried about it. They’ve both seen me in nothing. But I don’t want to risk flashing Jet. I would be mortified.
