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She looked at me and placed her hand firmly on my chest. “It’s time to step out of the corporate big boy clothes and into something comfy. Just try them on and humor me. Please,” she whined.

I glared at her. “Fine. I’ll try them on.”

I went into the fitting room and tried on the jeans. When I walked out, Emerson whistled.

“Look at you.” She bit down on her bottom lip. “Turn around so I can see that hot ass.”

I rolled my eyes and turned around. She walked up behind me and grabbed me.

“Perfect. Just perfect.” She kissed my cheek. “But you’re missing one thing.”

“What?”

“Hold on. I’ll be right back.”

A few moments later, she returned with a knit hat and put it over my head.

“There. Fuck, Alex. You are hot in that outfit. Turn around and look at yourself in the mirror.”

“Are you saying that I don’t look hot in my other clothes, Emerson?”

“No. You’re hot all the time. But right now, I think my ovaries just exploded.”

I laughed. “What?”

“Forget it. I’m not explaining it to you.” She reached up and whispered in my ear, “You have no idea the things I want to do to you right now while you’re wearing those clothes. Bad things. Very bad things, Alex.”

My cock was getting hard. “Emerson, stop. For the love of God, don’t say another word. Fine, I’ll buy these.”

“Only buy them if you’re comfortable in them.”

“I’m comfortable, Emerson.”

“Are you sure?”

I grabbed her hips and faced her. “I’m comfortable. Now be quiet.” I softly kissed her lips.

“Good.” She ripped the tags off the clothes and took them up to the register.

Chapter Thirty-Six

Emerson

We spent a few hours on the lobster boat, and Alex helped haul the traps. He was so sexy, and it was good to see him enjoying himself. At least, I think he was. I made him hold up a large lobster while I took his picture and sent it to Jenna.

“Look at Alex!”

“OMG! He looks like a normal person, LOL!”

“I know, right? Doesn’t he look sexy in that knit hat? And look, he’s wearing jeans.”

“He is hot. Don’t tell him I said that.”

“LOL. I won’t.”

I handed my phone to Rick. “Can you take a picture of Alex holding the lobster and me?”

“Sure thing, Emerson.” He smiled.

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