Page 80 of Play With Me
I roll my eyes and then turn back to the mirror, staring at myself.
“Shit. You’re right. I look stupid.” I tug the shirt over my head and toss it onto the ground. Reaching into the closet, I pull out a suit. It’s the one I wear to interviews and funerals.
It’s also the one I’m going to wear on this date with Colton.
Fuck. A date with Colton.
My heart races, and I feel my skin heat. I can’t believe we went from hand jobs in the woods to this.
Romantic little shit. He knew what he was doing when he suggested this. And I fell for it.
Head over fucking heels.
“What about this one?” I ask, holding the suit up for Paulie to see. He peers at me over the top of his phone. He hasn’t said who he’s texting, but I hope for his heart’s sake that it isn’t Hailey.
“Uh, looks good, I guess. But he’s gonna be here in like two minutes, so you better put it on and hustle.”
I grow frantic at that comment, tugging the shirt on quickly, messing up my hair in the process. The doorbell rings and I curse, pulling the slacks up and tossing the tie over my shoulders.
Do I even need a tie?
Fuck, what if I’m dressing too formal?
What if this is supposed to be casual? I didn’t ask. I should have fucking asked.
“Wow,” Colton whistles, his voice deep and humorous as he takes me in. He leans against the doorframe and bites his bottom lip. “You look like an accountant who just got fucked over his desk. Right near the calculator.”
I glower at him, taking in his ripped jeans and his black t-shirt. I’m totally overdressed. I should have fucking asked for details.
“Shit,” I mutter and begin to undress, but he stops me with a hand to my chest.
“No. Wear it. Just like this. You look hot as fuck.”
“The tie isn’t even tied.”
“Looks good. Like I just undid it.” He drags his finger up my chest and twists the fabric around his finger. “Like I’m gonna take it off and tie you to the bed with it.”
That makes my dick perk up. I like that idea a lot.
He presses his thigh against my cock and rubs against it, teasing me. He knows what he said. He knows what that image does to me.
“Not yet, babe. Soon though. Date first. Then I’ll use this tie. Make you do math while I fuck you.”
“I hate math.”
He grins and leans forward, kissing me roughly. I moan into it, and when he pulls away, his lips are spit slick and red.
“You won’t after this. Now, come on. Don’t wanna miss dinner.”
“Are you serious?” I ask, my mouth opening in amazement as I turn around in a circle.
Colton brought me downtown, and we’re currently on top of a high-rise building, overlooking the city. The twinkling of the lights is so fucking romantic, not to mention the string lights over our heads and the candles on the table.
“Yeah, wanted to make it memorable. You like it?”
“Yeah, I fucking do.” I look at him and feel myself blush at the sight. “Do you do this often? Is this your first-date spot?”
His eyes close for a moment, and he huffs. His eyes open once more, and he meets my stare. “I don’t date, Myles. Never have. Never planned to. Until you.”
