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Stunned silence filled the bar as she watched him, suddenly feeling self-conscious as he cleaned the vibrator thoroughly with slow laps of his tongue. "It's closing time, so uh…" She shifted on her feet, feeling slightly uncomfortable from the wetness in her jeans.
Jagger looked expectantly at her. "You want me to close up while you clean up?" He offered, placing the toy in his pocket.
Sadie nodded.
Jagger nodded back, "Of course."
Sadie started making her way to the bathrooms, stumbling on what felt like sea legs from the forceful orgasm she just hadin her friend's arms. She could hear Jagger collecting the empty beer bottles from around the bar.
"Um, Jag?" She stalled. "Do you want to watch a movie or something tonight?"
Jagger paused his task and looked over at her. She wasn't facing him, but her hands fisted at her sides.
"Like old times?" He asked, his voice sounding hopeful.
God, she loved him like this.
"Like old times," Sadie agreed and started walking again, but you could hear the smile in her voice when she spoke next.
"And then afterward, maybe we can talk about the sex dungeon you have hidden in the storage room."
CHAPTER NINE
Sadie held her breath as she waited for Jagger to unlock the door to his apartment upstairs. The way he was fumbling with his keys tipped her off that she wasn't the only one who was a bundle of nerves.
When Jagger managed to swing the door open and gesture for Sadie to move into the space, she tossed her jacket onto the chair beside the bed before taking a seat. As her weight fell onto the bed, the mattress groaned, the springs giving a small resistance to the girl on top of it.
Jagger locked the door behind them before turning to face Sadie, who was casually lounging on the edge of his bed, looking like a picture of perfect sin - still dressed in all black, a flush still on her cheeks from her orgasm downstairs in the bar. He hadn't meant it to go quite like that, but he was definitely not complaining about how it ended.
Sadie certainly was not, either.
Jagger plopped down into the chair beside the bed, putting his jacket with hers. As he reached down to remove his boots, hemuttered, "As much as I love you in those clothes, I'm not going to be able to focus on a movie if you're next to me like that."
Sadie leaned back and balanced on her elbows, trying to look inviting.
"Should I take them off then?" The tantalizing way her words shook him made him look up from his task.
Jagger cursed as he threw the boots against the wall and charged to his dresser.
"Like that's much better," he whined, almost pitifully. Settling on a white T-shirt and red plaid pajamas that should work for Sadie and grabbing the gray sweatpants he was wearing the other day for himself, he presented her with the clothing. "Here."
Sadie pouted and sat up to grab them from his outstretched hand. She wouldn't admit it, but she was excited to get into something comfortable after the long day they had, even if it was barely 7:00 p.m. now. She started to lift her shirt over her head, and Jagger spun around to give her some privacy. It was a surprising and kind gesture, considering that he had literally shoved a vibrator down her jeans while she was working tonight.
Jagger knew better than to watch her get undressed, not trusting himself to keep his hands off of her. He could hear her shifting on the bed and the rustle of fabric, her shirt hitting the ground, and the pull of her zipper. He swallowed and quickly shed his own clothes before pulling on his sweatpants.
Clearing his throat but needing to break the tension, he asked, "So, what do you want to watch?"
"Anything is fine, I'm just excited to lay down," Sadie said honestly, the promise of relaxation looming.
Jagger turned around, confident he had given her enough time to change and crawled onto the bed to join her after grabbing the remote. She still looked far too good, even in his baggy shirt, the rest of her body under his covers. Jaggerwrapped an arm around her as she snuggled up and settled beside him, her arm across his bare stomach. They had done this a dozen times, and even though they had shared some intimate moments the past week, nothing felt more comforting than being close to her best friend.
They were silent as Jagger clicked through some Netflix suggestions before putting on Django Unchained, Sadie's favorite Tarantino film. He felt her smile against his chest as it started playing, and her breath tickled him as she asked, "Are you ready to talk about your 'red room of pain', Mr. Gray?" Sadie teased.
Jagger's arm tightened around her shoulders, and his head fell against his modest wooden headboard. "Can't we just enjoy the movie?" he pleaded.
Sadie giggled, and it had a dangerous quality that made Jagger nervous.
"Oh, please. We've both seen this movie a dozen times. However, I have never seen a playroom before, and I amdyingto know what my best friend has been doing there."
