“You saw the whole wish list?” He raised a brow.
I nodded. “I sent it directly to my email. So now I’ve got a copy of it.”
“You spoil me.”
“Damn right I do. And I’m going to keep spoiling you. Forever.” It was as close to a promise of forever that I could give him for now.
Chapter 11
Evan
Six months later
I stepped out of the shower and nearly jumped out of my skin because Gregory was standing there as if waiting to catch me naked. He probably was hoping to sneak a peek. Considering we often showered together, it was weird to be in the shower alone.
“We don’t have time,” I said.
He smiled. “Are you sure about that? I just wanted to let you know that I talked to your brother.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Don’t talk about my brother while I’m standing here naked.”
I grabbed the towel and wrapped it around my waist, then started my routine of drying myself off and getting my hair ready.
“He’s bringing a date. A photographer he met recently.”
“Recently? And he’s bringing her to meet the parents already. Must be pretty serious then.”
We had yet another cookout planned at my parents’ house. Apparently, my parents wanted to have regular dinners with the whole family, which now included Gregory after six months of us being together. Turned out we had nothing to worry about as far as my parents accepting our relationship. In fact, I thought they liked him more than they liked me and my brother.
“She’s bringing her camera, hoping to snap some candid photos and maybe some family pictures.”
“Weird, but okay.”
Gregory shrugged.
I walked into our bedroom to find that one of Gregory’s favorite pairs of my panties was on the bed. I raised a brow.
“Picking out my outfit for me?” I asked.
“Just that,” he said. “You can wear whatever you want over top of them.”
I rolled my eyes. “You just want to be able to perv on the pictures later, knowing what I’m wearing underneath.”
“Exactly,” he said with a wink.
“I should be ready to go in a few minutes.” Knowing that there would be pictures being taken, I supposed I would put a little more effort into my outfit. Clearly, Gregory had when he got dressed. He wore a nice pair of slacks and a polo—one of my favorites—that brought out his eyes. That meant I needed to look equally nice.
I checked the time on my phone and paused. It was ten minutes earlier than what I thought it was. We had time…
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Gregory asked.
I grasped his hand and tugged him toward the bed. I pushed at his shoulder when I had him positioned where I wanted. He fell back onto the bed, and I dropped to my knees.
Gregory groaned. “You better clean up all of my cum, I’m not changing my pants.”
That I could do. I undid the buckle of his belt and lowered his zipper. Gregory’s fingers threaded through my still-wet hair and droplets fell onto my shoulders, making me shiver.
“Are you cold, sweetheart? Put these on.” Gregory dropped the pair of violet lace panties on the floor next to me. While I pulled them on, he pushed his pants to his knees and pulled out his cock. He gave it a few strokes while I watched. My mouth watered.