Page 57 of Pretty Please Me
Maybe he needs the liquid confidence as much as I do?
A moment later, he returns with two full glasses and places the bottle on the coffee table. “I think we can make an exception just this one time.”
I take the glass, wrapping my hands around it and holding it close to my chest. “Thank you, sir.”
“You’re welcome,” he grumbles, then picks up the phone and resumes texting.
Leaning over, I watch as he types. He’s like a man on a mission and seems to know exactly what to do next. Did he learn these skills in school? Maybe I was absent that day…
When he’s satisfied with his response, he hits send, then holds the phone out for me to read his response.
I’m having a cozy night in, so it’s not anything to write home about. I’m wearing long fuzzy socks that come up to my knees and an oversized plain white t-shirt…
Trent’s response is immediate.
Trent
That sounds sexy as hell. Do you think I could see a picture for myself? I’m having trouble imagining it.
I grab Sam’s arm in a panicked grip as my mouth goes dry. “I knew this was a bad idea! What are we going to do? He wants proof, and I don’t even have long socks! I don’t know how to take a sexy picture. He’s going to know I’m lying and–”
Sam smiles, but it looks pained, and he lifts my chin commanding me to look at him. “Take off your pants, and I’ll do the rest.”
“But I–” I start to protest, but he cuts me off.
“Are you questioning me, Magnolia?” He quirks a brow, pinning me with a devious glare that knocks the breath from my lungs.
Without another word, I slide my pants down my legs, extremely thankful I shaved last night. I don’t know what kind of weird control Sam has over me, but it’s more than just a contract. I want to please him with every fiber of my being. He’s awakening something inside me I never knew existed. It’s terrifying and exhilarating, yet somehow, I can’t get enough.
“Good girl,” he coos. “Now, spread your thighs a little and pull your foot underneath your thigh.” He moves behind me and lifts my shirt, so my boyshorts are exposed, as well as a little bit of my stomach.
“Just like that,” he says as he presses my legs to open a little wider, his fingertips grazing across my pussy for just a second. But that’s all it takes. Heat floods my body, pooling in my stomach as my sex swells in arousal.
I suck in a heavy breath as my head falls back to the couch beneath him. My whole body softens as desire flows through me. My skin is on fire, and I need him to touch me again.
He snaps a picture, stares at it, and actually groans. When he sits back down, he takes another long gulp of his whiskey, hissing from the burn. His hair is disheveled like it’s been pulled in frustration. I have to force myself not to run my fingers through it as the memory of my hands gripping his hair in fistfuls as my body rocked beneath his talented mouth flashes in my mind.
Trent’s message pops up, interrupting me from my daydream.
Trent
Holy shit, girl. I think I found my new lock screen.
“I hope you know how painful this is for me.” He clears his throat as he types another message beneath.
Now show me yours. Fair is fair.
He hits send, then tosses the phone down and rubs his eyes with the palms of his hand. “I can’t believe my life has come to this.” He laughs and shakes his head.
“You know, this was your idea,” I remind him and nudge him with my elbow. “You don’t have to do this. I can go to my room and talk to him. I’ll figure it out–”
“The fuck you will,” he barks. His jaw clenches, his face hardening. “I’m allowing you to get to know him under my supervision. Don’t forget you belong to me until October second and not a minute sooner.”
“Yes, sir,” I whisper as a fresh swarm of butterflies springs to life in my belly.
My phone lights up with another message, and Sam grabs the phone before I can see. He huffs a breath in amusement and relaxes a little. I glance at the phone and see a picture of a shirtless Trent wearing tube socks and baggy light blue boxers decorated with tacos standing in front of a full-length mirror. His blond hair is combed to the side, and he’s drinking a beer. There’s a small patch of chest hair in the center of his chest and another sprinkle just below his belly button. He’s of medium build and has a nice body, but I can’t help but notice how his skin seems so bare without any tattoos.
Sam texts another response.
