just for her and not because I was cold too. She’d never shut up about it.
I stop at my dresser and grab an extra pair of socks.
“Are you putting more clothes on? Isn’t that a little counterproductive given what’s going to go on here tonight?”
“My, my, Caroline,” I say, lifting the blanket and scooting back under. “Are you just using me for my body? Is that all I am to you, a plaything?”
She side-eyes me, ignoring my teasing and flipping open her sketchpad that’s lying on her lap.
A folded piece of paper falls out of it, slipping down onto the blankets between us.
“What’s this?” I ask, snatching up the paper. “A love note from your other boyfriend?”
“I bet he’d turn the heat up,” she grumbles, trying to grab the paper from my hand.
I’m faster than her, moving it out of reach and unfolding it.
“It’s nothing,” she insists. “Just a silly design I was thinking of working on.”
I let my eyes wander over the sketch, and I can already picture her wearing it. “This looks good.” I see a note at the bottom. “Wait…does that say jubilee? Is that what this is for?”
She again tries to steal the paper and again fails.
She sighs defeatedly, picking up her sketchpad instead and flipping to a blank page. “River asked me to make some pieces for the event.”
I perk up at her confession.
She’s flippant about it, but I know it’s a big deal. Her father really did a number on her when he refused to support her dream of designing, calling it a pipe dream and pushing her toward something more “practical.”
I tried to convince her it was her future and not his, but since she wasn’t on good terms with her mom, I don’t think she could bear the thought of disappointing her father.
So, she caved.
I think she’s regretted it since.
“Let me guess,” I say, “you told her no.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “It’s none of your business.”
“As a boyfriend, I’m pretty sure it is.”
“As a boyfriend”—she moves unexpectedly, finally managing to snatch the paper from my hands—“it’s definitely not. If I want to put a few pieces up, I’ll do it, and we can celebrate if they sell. And as a boyfriend, it’s also your place to respect if I decide not to and pretend River never asked. You’re not allowed to push me on this. Got it?”
I sigh, letting her win this round. “For what it’s worth, I think you should do it.”
“You always say I should do it when River asks.”
“And I mean it every time. You’re a good designer, Caroline. You should let people see your talent.”
“People do see. I wear my own clothes all the time.”
The dress comes to mind.
Man, the way it hugged every inch of her so perfectly. How her tits were perfectly on display. The way it slid up her legs just enough to leave me curious about what she was wearing underneath whenever she danced.
My cock twitches at the memory, and suddenly I’m disappointed I never got to peel it off her.
“Besides, you don’t need to give me the speech. River already has. She’s been dropping hints all week, and she only asked me a few days ago.”
“Well, take whatever speech she’s been giving you and repeat it back, but do it in a deep sexy voice, so you know it’s me.”
“Is that what you think you have? A deep sexy voice?”
“It’s what I know I have.”
She shrugs. “It’s okay.”
I place my lips against her ear, whispering, “Just okay?”
“Yep.”
“What do I have to do to convince you otherwise? Whisper dirty things into your ear?”
Her eyelids flutter shut. “It won’t work.”
“But I can try, can’t I?”
She makes a noise when I dart my tongue out, teasing her.
“I bet you’d love for me to tell you how much I want to see you ride my cock again. How much I fantasize about watching as your sweet, sweet pussy stretches and takes all of me. How much I want to see you throw your head back and break apart around me as I stroke your pretty little clit.”
Another soft sigh falls from her lips.
“Sh-Shut up.”
I chuckle. “You don’t really want that. You want to hear more, don’t you? Want to hear all the dirty things I’ve been dying to whisper to you?”
She licks at her lips, gulping but not saying anything.
“Do you want me to tell you more dirty things?”
A gentle nod.
“The trash is overflowing and it’s your turn to take it out.”