Page 60 of Happy Krampus Xmas & the Meet Not Cute
“Fro… You’ve met Lori?” I ask, confused.
“Yeah, he threatened to nail my dick to the scoreboard if I hurt you.”That sounds like Lori.
“Good friend?” His tone is too nonchalant.
“The best. He helped me with my scholarship,” I confess for some inexplicable reason.
“I didn’t know you won one.” He sighs with displeasure.
“Are you that eager to know about me?”
“Fuck yes,” he replies straight away. “Keep going.”
I’ve never met someone so interested in me before. I’m not used to all this attention. It’s unsettling, and at the same time, it starts a warm feeling inside my chest. A tiny flame that has been crushed before, leaving me broken and alone.
So I do what I do best, distract both of us with sex.
“If I disclose a few things about me, what will I get in exchange?” I purr as my finger trails down his thermal shirt-clad chest.
He follows the movement and then utters, “A piece of my clothing?”
I blink in surprise. “Like a striptease?”
“Let’s see, I have socks, pants, boxer briefs, shirt, cap—six items of clothes. Six questions.”
“Five,” I counter.
“Two socks. Six garments, six answers.”
My pout gets me a tongue-sucking, dirty kiss before TJ slides from under me to stand in front of the sofa. Football game on the TV forgotten.
I grab my soda bottle from the floor and place it near my thigh as I snuggle more comfortably against the sofa cushions, ready for the show to begin. “Shouldn’t we put on some music?” I look around for my phone.
“Nope. Want to hear your voice when you answer me.” Then he jokingly scolds me, “Stop pouting, or we’ll go through the stripping part very fast.”
“Promise?” I smirk eagerly.
“How did Lori help you get here?”
His abrupt question makes me blow out air. “His boyfriend—fiancé now—offered me a full scholarship plus this apartment. I think because Lori put in a good word.”
“Wow. You know people in high circles, then.”
“Nice try. I gave you my answer, now strip!” I bark.
He smiles and nods. His arms cross in front of his chest as his hands shift to the bottom of his thermal shirt. He so fucking slowly and damn sexily peels the fabric up, revealing the sexy V peeking out of his black sweats, then, one by one, his swoon-worthy turtle shell abs, the sleeping bear tattoo resting on his mountainous pec, the dark nipples pointing right at me, and his wide, strong shoulders. Fuck, his body is an amusement park, and I’d like to jump on that ride all night. I’ll even make an everyday pass.
It’s a bit challenging to take off the shirt while keeping the baseball cap on, but TJ manages it smoothly. He throws the garment at me, and I dig my nose in the warm fabric, filling it with the scent of cinnamon—which I found out he likes to add to his daily smoothies.
When I come up for air, TJ is looking at me with an intense gaze I can’t decipher.
“One down, five to go.” I bite my lower lip, loving this game.
He suddenly snatches my soda from the sofa and replaces it with a bottle of water he grabs from the kitchen counter. I roll my eyes at his obsession with healthy drinks. Always leaving juice and protein bars for me in my room with the excuse that he forgot them. He even convinced me to train together in the gym.
The fact is that he seems to enjoy it, doing little things for me. He always fucking beams afterward. And damn, a smiling TJ with no shirt is jalapeño hot.
“Okay. Shoot.” I wiggle my fingers at him as I adjust my dick inside my joggers.
