Page 58 of Plight
“You can’t just change the rules like that.”
“Yes, I can.”
He pressed his glass to his lips and held it there for a couple of seconds before taking a swig. “Fine. I dare you to take off the Spanx.”
Shiiiiiiiiit!
Did I really want to go there? Did I really want to tease both the bat and the cat, knowing they wanted to play? I did, and I didn’t. Fuck it. Remove the Spanx, Just. Don’t. Remove. The. Knickers. Remember?
“Deal.”
Sitting up, I removed the straps of my low-riding Spanx slip, careful not to remove the straps of my nude push-up bra, and continued to roll it down my belly until I reached my hips.
I paused and glanced at Elliot, whose eyes were heavy-lidded and fixed to my breasts, his glass still resting against his lips. He looked so fucking amorous, so sexy. I wanted to reach out, grab him and pull him to my mouth. I wanted to guide that mouth over my nipples and down my belly until it was devouring the very part of me screaming to be satisfied. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t let that happen no matter how much I craved it. You should never fuck your friends. Keep your knickers on.
Repeating those sentences in my head, I kept rolling down my Spanx until my arms couldn’t reach any further.
“Care to finish the job?” I asked, a mix of seduction and playfulness in my tone as I lifted my legs and propositioned him to remove the slip for me.
He cleared his throat and gently slid my Spanks over my feet, keeping it secured in his closed hand.
I swallowed and shivered, all of a sudden feeling exposed and vulnerable, but most of all grateful I’d waxed a day earlier.
“Are you cold?” He leaned forward and swapped my Spanx for a remote control he picked up from the coffee table. “I can put on the fire if you’d like?”
Elliot aimed the remote at the fireplace adjacent to where we were sitting, flames shooting up from between the rocks at the base.
“Wow! I need one of those. We have a woodfire at home, but never any wood.”
“That pretty much defeats the purpose of having a woodfire, Danielle.”
“You don’t need to tell me that,” I sighed, reclining into the couch.
Elliot jerked when I placed my injured foot back on his lap, or more accurately, on top of his erection.
“Oh my God! Are you hard?”
“Are you asking me a truth question?”
“Yes?”
“Do I need to answer, or is the proof underneath your foot?”
I gently rubbed my heel against him, and he closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath, his chiselled chest rising and slowly falling again. Shit!
I stopped. “Sorry, Lots. I shouldn’t tease you like that.”
“Why not?”
“Because I can’t give you what you might want.”
“You don’t know what I want.”
“I know what your body wants.”
“And what’s that?”
“What my body wants.”
