Page 93 of Get Undressed With Me

Brittany lifted her head to look him in the eye, her hand at his neck sliding into his hair.

“Gus, I asked ifyouwere okay.”

He shook his head at himself, old habits dying hard.

“Yeah. I’m okay. Getting better every second, actually.”

She grinned at that and then pulled her tablet around to show him. On screen was a drawing of something filmy but daring.

“You’ve been sketching lingerie?”

“I’ve been drawing a dozen of them.”

She used her finger to scroll through on the tablet, showing him sketch after sketch, all loose but with enough details mapped out to show exactly how special each one was.

“Holy shit, killer, how long was I gone?”

“Too long, but I’m too excited to be mad. My followers are always talking about trying to find underwear and lingerie that works for their outfits, but still makes them feel sexy. I think they would seriously love these. What do you think?”

She was breathless when she asked, speaking in one long sentence, and Gus’s chest tightened with how alive she was, how passionate and open in a way that he hadn’t really experienced with her yet. She was sharing something she loved with him, and the privilege of the moment threatened to overwhelm Gus.

“I think Champagne is gonna flip.”

She bounced up and down on him in excitement, and he felt an answering pull in his cock from the movement. He angled his hands to have a better grip on her, letting go of some of theblankets to better hold her, only to have his hands slide against smooth, warm skin.

Gus froze.

“Brittany,” he said carefully. “Are you not wearing any pants?”

Her grin grew wider.

“I’m wearing what I sleep in. I was getting ready for bed when I thought I’d do some work.”

“And just to be clear, what do you sleep in?”

Instead of answering, she let the last blanket drop, revealing that she was in the tiniest silk shorts known to man and a tank top so sheer, he could see the valley between her breasts and the hint of her rosy nipples.

Gus forgot how to breathe.

“Should I change?” Her voice was throaty, innocent in a teasing way. Gus gripped her tighter.

“You need to give me a minute, all the blood just rushed out of my head.”

With a wicked grin, she leveraged her hand on his shoulder and rocked herself into him, dragging her core against his rapidly growing erection. It was a lot, too much, and Gus gripped her to make her freeze. She tugged his hair in warning.

“Gus, I swear to god, if you’re about to tell me that Robbie is in too fragile of a state—”

Gus turned and set her on the kitchen counter, placing his hands on the counter on either side of her lush thighs.

“Let’s go ahead and not mention my brother for several hours.”

She leaned back, resting on her hands behind her.

“Hours, huh?”

“Days. Weeks.” His eyes raked down her body, and he noted how she arched her back a bit, enjoying his eyes on her, pushing her breasts up for him to admire.

“This is what you’ve been wearing when you sleep in my bed? In my sheets? On my pillow?”

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