Page 14 of Some Sort of Love (Happy Crazy Love 3)
I grinned. I feel like I should ask you what you’re wearing. Is that pervy?
Ha. No. Especially since I am not wearing anything too exciting. I never changed.
Still in your suit? Damn, that was exciting enough for me. I love a man in a suit and tie. Add a wristwatch, and my panties melt. I lay back on the pillows, getting more comfortable.
I took off the shoes and coat.
Tie?
Still wearing it.
My fingers trembled a little, but I typed the words I was thinking. Take it off.
He didn’t answer right away, and I wondered if I’d gone too far, or if he was really doing it. This was the problem when you couldn’t see someone’s face. I chose to imagine he was taking it off, and pictured his hands loosening the knot and sliding it free from around his neck.
My phone buzzed.
Done. Your turn.
I’m not wearing a tie.
What are you wearing, smartass?
A t-shirt. Underwear. And I’m sorry to say they are not sexy at all.
Take your shirt off.
My heartbeat pattered faster as I set the phone aside, pulled my shirt over my head and lay back again. Done. Unbutton yours.
Done.
I hesitated, breathing hard and wondering what to do next. Was this really happening? Undo your belt.
Hey it’s my turn.
I’m only wearing one more thing!
OK fine. But you’re bossy.
I grinned and imagined those hands on his belt buckle, my stomach flipping. Unzip your pants while you’re at it.
OK Bossypants. Done. Now take off your underwear.
I pushed them down my legs and kicked them off, leaving them under the covers at my feet. Done.
So you’re naked?
Yes.
Fuck.
Are you hard?
Are you kidding?
No.
Fuck yes I am. I wish I was there.
