Page 95 of Save Me

She side-eyes me with a twist of those lips I plan to have wrapped around my cock before the end of the night.

“I wasn’t pretending. Your place was on the way from the office, so coming here was easier than going home,” she claims before returning to typing.

She’s full of it. Her condo is a hell of a lot closer to her office.

Undoing my tie, I stroll in her direction. “It’s almost two in the morning. Why are you working?” I gesture toward the laptop.

“I couldn’t sleep after my shower. And …” She shrugs, making the side of one of my T-shirts slide down her shoulder, exposing more skin.

From my position by the arm of the couch, I lean over and kiss the top of her shoulder. She gives me a sideways glance.

“Stop trying to distract me.”

“It’s you who’s distracting me. You know what seeing you in my clothes does to me.”

Her smile widens, and she turns her attention back to the computer screen.

“I couldn’t find any of the pajamas I’ve brought here in the past few weeks.” She frowns. “You didn’t put them in with the laundry, did you? Or did you send them out to be laundered with your other clothes?”

“No,” I reply with a shake of my head.

Her shoulders sink in relief.

“I threw them out.”

“What?” Her eyes widen.

My expression is nonchalant when I ask, “Why are you bringing clothes to sleep in? It’s bad enough you have to wear clothes during the day.”

Then I realize what I just said.

“I mean not when you leave the house. It’s bad enough you wear clothes at all when inside with me.”

She rolls her eyes. “So I should walk around your place entirely naked all of the time?”

“Preferably.”

“You’re fucking insane.”

I kiss her shoulder again. “About you. Yes.”

“And you’re buying me new pajamas.”

“If I buy them and you wear them, they’re only going to get destroyed when I tear them off you.”

“Ridiculous. I’ll just keep wearing your shirts.” She does a little shimmy shake.

“I like you in my clothes.” I reach up and kiss the side of her neck before telling her in her ear, “But make no mistake, little warrior, I’ll rip those off of you, too.”

A shudder runs through her body, but she pulls away.

“Then you owe me something else. A pair of shoes. An expensive pair. To make up for my pajamas.”

“No can do, baby.”

“Why not?” She narrows her gaze on me, and I laugh.

“There’s a saying in Korea that if a lover buys their partner a pair of shoes, they’ll use them to run away. And I …” I kiss her half-parted lips, “am not about to let you get away from me.

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