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He groans. “Fine, but I have to see it first. Anything else?” I give him a massive grin.
“Well, there is one more thing.”
Chapter28
Derek
Well, I can’t say that I didn’t give this relationship thing a try. It’s been nice this last hour. But as I sit on the futon with Indy, staring at the cartons of Korean-Chinese fusion takeout, I’m one hundred percent regretting my decision…. Well, seventy-two percent.
“Indy,” I groan apprehensively. “Listen, Darlin’, you can eat this until your heart’s content, but I… can’t. What if they didn’t wash their hands?”
She shrugs while popping a fried dumpling in her mouth. “The high temperature will kill anything.”
“No, that’s not… Indy.” How can she not care? She has no idea if the vegetables have been properly washed or if the meat was stored at the right temperature. How do people go places and just allow strangers to make something that they are going to consume?
“You promised me a bite.” She pouts, and I glare at her.
“No, you said I had to have dinner with you. I thought you meant the food I have here!”
“Well, that’s what you get for not asking the right questions. Now try it.” She orders, shoving a fried dumpling in my face. “For me?” She gives me sad eyes and fucking hell.
“Fine,” I mutter. “But when I get sick, it’s on you.” I take a bite of the dumpling and am surprised by the sweet and savory taste. It’s really good. I look at Indy, who has a Cheshire cat grin gracing her lips. “Alright!” I huff. “It’s not terrible.”
Indy punches the air above her head. “I win!” I laugh lightly while my eyes look over her outfit. She still wears the white dress but has removed her leather jacket and boots. She’s so fucking beautiful.
“What’s wrong?” Indy asks softly, breaking me out of my trance.
“Nothing,” I mutter, looking away. Apparently, I’m no longer allowed to do this because Indy sits her food container down before walking over and…oh god.She hikes her dress up as she straddles my lap, and it’s now that I realize she’s wearing stockings, not pantyhose. And those stockings are being held up by a garter belt. She’s going to be the death of me. I’m a middle-aged man. I cannot handle all my blood halting and nose-diving into my cock. I just can’t.
“Are you in there?” Her question pulls me from my trance. I stare at her, still trying to wrap my head around the fact that she wants me.
“Yeah,” I say, mouth dry. “Just thinking.”
“About?” she presses, and I sigh loudly.
“About how you’re in stockings and a garter belt and how I am just a zipper and a pair of panties away from being inside you right now.” I watch her mouth fall open, and I smirk. “Didn’t see that coming, did you?” I laugh before nipping her jaw. She looks at me, and I see a softness in her eyes that makes me feel a little uncomfortable. “Stop looking at me like that,” I whisper as I run a thumb over her jaw.
“How am I looking at you?” she whispers back while nuzzling into my palm.
“Like you can see every crack and broken piece of me.” Indy leans closer, her lips barely brushing mine.
“Maybe I can.” She whispers, and the softness of her lips sends chills over me.
“If you could, you would run.”
“No, baby,” she presses her lips to mine. “I’m just trying to find out where each piece goes.” Her words crumble a wall, a barrier I didn’t realize she had been chipping away at. Gripping the back of her neck, I deepen the kiss as my other hand trails up her soft thigh, playing with the straps of her garter. Indy slaps my hand away before breaking the kiss.
I stare at her in confusion. Did I do something wrong? I’m just about to ask when–
“W-what are you doing?” I breathe out as I watch Indy slide to her knees on the floor between my thighs. I stare in awe as she tries to unzip my jeans before she looks up at me and pouts.
“Help.” She gestures to the crotch of my pants. I quickly oblige, fumbling with my belt as I unbuckle, unbutton, and unzip everything. Indy grins as she tugs my jeans down and then off before doing the same with my boxer briefs, though I had to help with them.
I sit on the futon, eyes wide and jaw slack, watching her look over my erection, standing straight up.
“Can I,” she looks timidly at my cock again before back at me. “Can I give you a blow job without stopping this time?”
There is a loud ringing in my ears, and I have to shake my head and look at her. “Sorry Darlin’, what?”
