Page 69 of Panty Dropper

CHAPTER 30

Reagan

Billy Comfort had just seen my granny panties. I wanted the hardwood floors I’d been so excited about to open up and swallow me whole like the plant in Little Shop of Horrors. I hadn’t been this embarrassed since Jenny Lewis pantsed me in gym class freshman year of high school, and the entire student body had seen that Aunt Flow was visiting thanks to the very large pad I had adhered to my underwear.

As I stood there, mortified, all the times Blaine had mocked me for having these particular undergarments played in my head. I heard him saying that I should burn them, they belonged in the trash, or they were “boner killers”… he wasn’t the most eloquent of men.

I’d kept them partly out of spite, because I didn’t like being told what to do, but also because they were comfortable and sometimes I liked having more coverage. There were some days that I just didn’t want to have a string up my ass.

But now Billy had seen them, and he was teasing me by calling them sexy. I was really wishing that I had incinerated them.

I glanced down and mumbled, “This is so embarrassing.”

“Sorry, darlin’, but I just told ya because you flashin’ me makes it real hard to be friends with you. Pun intended.”

Hard?It took a second for what he’d said to process. My eyes shot back up and I saw that his pants were particularly tight in the crotch region.

“Wait. You were serious?”

“Serious?”

“You weren’t making fun of my…”

“Your what?”

“My granny panties?”

His brow furrowed. “Whose granny is wearing those panties?”

“That’s what Blaine called them, because they’re not, you know, sexy.”

“My hard dick strongly disagrees with him.”

My eyes once again shot to where his jeans appeared to be uncomfortably tight. The inner walls of my sex clenched with the memory of what it felt like to have him inside of me. I knew how amazing it was to have him stretch me out as he thrust inside of me…

“Look, I know we’re just friends. But if you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna have to suggest that we add a benefits clause to our friendship contract.”

Everything in my brain was screaming at me to change the subject. But everything in my body was screaming at me to ask, “What benefits are you proposing in this clause?”

Looked like my body won.

“Benefits such as…I can kiss you, touch you, and do all the dirty things I want to do to you, and we’ll still be friends afterwards.”

This was one of those moments when I knew I should do the responsible thing. I should reject his offer and stick to our original non-verbal friendship agreement. The last thing I needed in my life was more complications.

“I’m good with that.” I’d barely gotten the words out when Billy closed the distance between us and crushed his lips to mine, and I heard myself moaning even before his tongue plunged into my mouth.

Billy Comfort could take me from zero to sixty in point seven seconds flat.

Instantly, every thought in my mind disappeared, driven out by primal animal lust and the wordless urge to have Billy inside me.

His mouth consumed mine, his lips moving passionately as I practically climbed him like a tree. I was rubbing against him like a cat in heat, desperately seeking the comfort of his strength. Reaching down he ran his hands up my outer thigh, slipping beneath my dress. I shuddered as his calloused touch brushed my sensitive skin.

Fuck!

When I’d slipped into my bridal shower dress this morning, I’d done so because I had nothing else clean. It had never crossed my mind that a side benefit was going to be that my bare legs had easy access to his demanding, roaming hands.

But I knew that from now on, it would. I would never be able to wear this and not think of how Billy had looked at me in it when he’d come to my door. Or the desire in his eyes when I’d spun in his living room. Or his commanding authority when he’d touched me beneath it.

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