again.”
I swear her laugh makes the world brighter. I glance down and see where her pussy has soaked the material. I step out of them, lift them to my nose. “I may never wash them. They smell like you.”
“Stop.” She fails at looking serious.
“I showered when I woke up. It won’t take me a second to dress.” I slip on a pair of jeans, a tan shirt, and sit on the edge of the bed to slide on my socks and shoes. “How’s that?”
“Perfect.” She sits next to me and puts on her heels.
I stand, towering over her, and give her a bow with a sweep of my hand. “Even if I were perfect, I’d pale walking next to you.”
“Oh. My. God. You sound like a Shakespearean play.”
“Ask me why.” I offer her my arm.
“Why?” Another chuckle follows her question as she looks up at me wide-eyed. “You were in drama in high school?”
“I was. All the hot girls took that class.”
“You have many layers.” She tiptoes up for a kiss. “I hope to see them all.”
The trip to have our blood drawn went smoothly. Kayla hates needles and insisted I hold her hand. We were both hungry again, so I took her to my favorite café. She has an appetite and I love to watch her enjoying herself.
“That’s the best fried fish I’ve ever had.” She spreads more tartar sauce on before her last bite. I really like this place. “How did you find it?”
“When I first settled in Chicago, I couldn’t afford any of the high-priced restaurants. So, I looked for places I could afford. Sometimes, I crave this place. It grounds me.”
“Then I’m really glad you brought me.”
“What if I asked you to wait a week before you start your job search?”
She shrugged. “I can do that.”
“If it would cause financial problems for you, I’ll take care of things for you.” Her blue eyes catch mine and hold. “Don’t misunderstand me. I get that you want a career and money. I support your ambition but think about this. You’re mine. You researched the lifestyle, agreed to it, and gave me your submission.”
“I appreciate your offer, but I’m fine for a while longer. Why did you ask if I could postpone finding a job?”
“I’m flying to Louisville, Kentucky tomorrow morning for the grand opening of a new storage unit. It’s there and back in one day, but it’s a big deal to me, and I’d like you there with me.”
“I’d love to go.” Her eyes sparkle with excitement.
I check the time. “We still have time today to pay a visit to the Special Touch Boutique. I’ll let Andrea know we’re coming.”
“I’ve been there with Morgan. I can’t wear any of those clothes in Kentucky.”
“You can wear them to Silken. I want you to come Thursday night.” I call and speak with Angela while Kayla shifts in her chair. “We got lucky.” I pick up the ticket and take Kayla’s hand. “A customer just left so we’re to come right over.”
Just as I hand over my credit card to pay for lunch, she stands as tall as she can and whispers, “I still have the outfit I wore the night we first met.”
I wait until we’re in the car to comment. “I remember every detail of that dress. We’ll add a few outfits to go along with it.”
“Oh.”
I hit the expressway. “I normally hate shopping, but I’m looking forward to this.”
“You’re going to be busy between Louisville on Wednesday and Silken on Thursday.”
“When you get to Silken,” I glance at her and see she’s beaming, “I’ll show you pleasures you’ve never known.”
“What about you?”
“Pleasing you until you think you can’t come again, then proving you can, is what I want.” I pull into the parking lot and snag the spot at the front door.
Kayla’s seat belt pops and she’s across the console, pulling me to meet her.
“I’m nervous, yet I can’t wait.” One hand slides behind my head and her other into my lap. Her soft lips cover mine, and her tongue seeks the inside of my mouth. Fingers coil around my cock, squeezing and releasing.
“Easy.” We’re both out of breath when I finally take both her hands in mine and back her away. “You want me to walk inside the boutique with a wet spot on my pants?”
“Yes.” Full of mischief, she reaches for me again.
“Minx.” I unhook and exit the car laughing.
She’s out and waiting for me. “Sorry, Sir.”
“You are not sorry and don’t do that again.”