Page 101 of Unforgettable

“But I don’t sleep in this,” she says.

“Okay.” I nod, reaching out to trace her lips on the screen. “Let me see. Do you sleep in the nude?” I ask hopefully.

She did the two nights we spent together but also curled around me like a little koala. I wish I could warm her body up right now.

She doesn’t answer, lowering the straps so slowly and then leaning back before doing the unthinkable and stepping out of the frame.

“Nooo. Come back.”

She giggles and I hear her opening a drawer and then it’s quiet for a moment.

“Okay…next time definitely take the laptop with you. The curiosity is killing me.”

She steps into the frame, hands clasped primly in front of her, and I stare at her for a moment before I burst out laughing. Covered head to toe in vertical purple and white stripes, little details in the white, and lace trim around the very high neck and sleeves that go all the way to her wrists.

“What’s that in the white stripes?”

“Hearts and flowers,” she says, trying not to laugh. “Grinny gives me a new gown every Christmas. I have one in red and blue and green and all white and this—” She does a sweeping motion over her.

“Is that flannel?”

“Sure is.”

“I am so fucking turned on right now.”

She cracks up then, her eyes bright. “Mm-hmm, I bet.” She picks up the laptop and gets back on the bed. “At first I’d just tuck these gowns away in my drawer, feeling bad that I hadn’t donated them somewhere or something, but then one night I came in from a long day, chilled to the bone, and the gowns beckoned me…”

“Like a siren’s call?” I fill in.

“Exactly.” She grins. “Slipped one over my head and damn, life-changing. It’s like wearing a flannel sheet.”

My laugh is loud in this little room, and I cover my mouth with my fist, the other still firmly gripping my dick.

“So you’re sexy little lacy vixen during the day, and come nightfall, you’re sexy little ghost of Christmas past.”

Her eyes close when she laughs, and I’m smiling so hard my face hurts.

It’s not the only thing that hurts.

“And what’s underneath that flannel goodness now?” I ask.

Her eyes open and she smirks, her shoulder lifting. “Not a thing.” Her grin widens with my tormented look. She tilts her head up. “Let me see what you’re wearing. Your face is nice, but I want to see all of you. Tell me you’ve got some raggedy plaid pajama pants going on or something…”

I let go of my dick, figuring she may as well see that I wasn’t lying about being turned on, and hold the laptop out so she can see my grey sweats. I adjust myself, making sure I’m tucked in, but I’m so hard, it’s a fight.

She gasps and I give her a smug look.

“Told you.”

She licks her lips and my dick jerks to life, trying to sneak back out the top.

“Hey, Little Squirt,” she sings.

“Don’t you dare.”

She giggles. “Since there’s nothing little about you, I’d think it’d be okay.” Her raspy voice and the hunger in her gaze as she stares at me have me cursing under my breath.

“I was trying to keep this situation under wraps and have a conversation with you, but you’re making it really hard…” My laugh rumbles in my chest. “Not what I meant, but also perfectly accurate…”

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