Page 17 of Suck My Puck

“You sure you’ve got it?” I ask, my voice pitchy.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

He sets the wooden headboard against the end of the bed so it’s out of the way, then grabs the upholstered headboard.

I start to offer to help him move it, but he shakes his head. “It’s okay, I can do it.”

He slides it between the wall and the bed. When he bends down to snap the headboard into the bedframe, I get a view of his sculpted ass…

My eyes go wide, and I bite my lip. The second he stands back up, I pretend to fuss with something on the old headboard.

“I think it’s good to go,” Braden says.

“Great,” I hold back a wince at how squeaky my voice is. “Thanks for, um, doing all the heavy lifting by yourself.”

I notice he’s not even breathing hard. When I unloaded the upholstered headboard and assembled it, I broke a sweat just dragging it across the room.

The corner of his mouth hooks up in a ridiculously handsome half-smile. “It wasn’t bad at all.”

He walks over to the solid walnut double dresser. He pats the top of it. “I might need your help with this one.”

“Yeah, of course.” I walk over to grip one side while hetakes the other. “Let’s move it down this wall, as close to the corner as we can get it.”

He nods.

“One, two, thr?—”

He jerks the dresser forward before I even get to “three,” throwing me off balance. I fall forward into the dresser. The impact pushes open the top three drawers, and a bunch of my clothes tumble out.

I push myself back up. “What the hell, why did you start moving before I even got to three?”

He frowns. “That’s how you’re supposed to count when you move something. One, two, then move on three.”

I shake my head, annoyed. “No. It’s one, two, three, then move.”

Braden glances off to the side at something on the floor. His eyes go wide.

I look over and see a pile of my socks and underwear…and almost every sex toy I own.

For a second, I just stand there, frozen with embarrassment.

Braden gawks at the half-dozen vibrators, dildos, and butt plugs littered on the floor between us. His cheeks redden, and a hard swallow moves down his throat.

I open my mouth to say something, anything, but all that comes out is a choking noise. My brain is fried from embarrassment.

After a second, he looks up at me with wide eyes. Like I’m a total freak.

I fall to the floor and scramble to pick everything up. Except I’m so thrown off that I keep dropping stuff. I pick up my vibrator and drop it. I try to pick up a dildo and drop it. I try to pick up my other vibrator and end up dropping that too.

“Do you want me to, uh, help you?” Braden asks.

“No!”

I shake out my hands and finally scoop up all the toys. I dump them into the nearest open drawer and slam it shut.

“Um, you forgot, uh…”

I look up and see Braden gawking at something on the floor a few feet away.

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