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I clinked my glass to his. “To CC.”
“Huh?”
“Conquering Cartwright.”
He smiled, and we both drank heartily.
The movie started heavy on the comedy, but then added a little suspense, since nobody knew who the bad guy was.
Dennis laughed when Sandra screamed at the bikini wax scene.
I cringed. I’d been there and knew how painful it could be.
In the end, Sandra caught the bad guy and rescued the pageant. Every time I’d watched this before, I’d wished to be her, the heroine who saved the day.
“What is it?” Dennis asked.
“What?”
“You’re off somewhere else. What’s up?”
“Just thinking how wonderful you are.”
He chuckled. “I’m not buying it, but the flattery is appreciated.”
I brought my lips a mere inch from his. “I want to give you something, but there’s a condition.”
He rubbed his nose against mine in the way I loved. “What’s the condition?”
I ran my hand up his inner thigh. “You have to do whatever I say.” The agreement wouldn’t come easily—giving up control was his biggest hang-up.
He swallowed hard. “Okay.”
I pushed away. “Get undressed.”
Glee wrote itself across his face.
I went to the kitchen and found the little chocolate pudding containers near the back of the fridge. Two and a spoon would do.
His clothes were in a pile at his feet when I returned. His member was hard and upright with anticipation.
My wetness matched his hardness. We were both ready. I pointed to the bedroom. “On the bed.”
His cock bobbed as he walked, and I admired his tight, white ass all the way to the bedroom. He climbed onto the bed and sat up.
I put the pudding down and slowly pulled my shirt off.
His eyes glued to my chest as I reached behind me and undid the hooks of my bra. He scanned me, as if willing me to go faster.
I slowed down. Clamping my arms to my sides to hold the bra in place, I pulled the shoulder straps off one by one, then held it a few seconds before allowing the garment to fall away.
His eyes popped, as they always did.
My boobs were my secret weapon. The right jiggle—especially braless in the morning with my nipples showing through a T-shirt—never failed to command his attention.
I moved one of the puddings to the nightstand. “Lay back and interlace your fingers behind your head.”
He hesitated before he did as I asked.
