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.That movement causes me to pause and consider his offer for a second.If his tongue can do those moves in thin air, I bet they’d feel amazing between my legs.Then he starts to outright laugh and I think better of my answer.“You are an idiot, you know that?” I tell him, wishing I hadn’t actually seen that move he just did with his tongue.Now I’m pretty intrigued.“I’ve never been called an idiot before.Sexy, master, and even God, but never idiot,” he says with a thoughtful look.I shake my head.I’m sure women call him those names to his face, but I’d love to hear some of the creative names they call him behind his back.I could probably make a book out of all the ones I can come up with by myself.“I’ll hurry and shower and then we can head out to your house so I can get my dog back.”On second thought, Otis is a betrayer.Maybe I’ll take the longest shower in the world and delay getting him just a bit longer.He’ll probably end up wanting to stay at Nixon’s permanently by then.I walk into the bathroom and start up the shower to as hot as I can stand.Before I get in I turn on my iPod and let it blast angry chick music through the room then I jump in and thoroughly scrub the alcohol scent off of me.The sound of the bass coming from my speakers doesn’t help my alcohol induced headache, but if I have a lot of pain in my head then maybe I won’t think about the many naughty things I want to do with Nixon.When finished, I wrap a towel around myself and walk out of the bathroom expecting Nixon to have walked out to my living room, or anywhere else in my house.I expected wrong.He’s sitting on the edge of my unmade bed, arms folded and a huge smirk on his face.“Did you want me to leave, sugar?” he jokes.I cross my arms over my chest in an attempt to keep my towel firmly in place, which it doesn’t do, and speed walk toward my closet before it falls out of my grasp.“What do you think? Do you think I really want you to keep calling me that stupid nickname and watch me get dressed?” I put as much sarcasm into my voice as I can and raise my brow at him before I disappear into the closet and grab a purple tank top and white shorts.After a second of silence I walk out of the closet, sure that Nixon has taken the hint and left the room after my last comment.Nope.He’s still sitting in the same place on my bed with an enormous smile plastered on his face.“Why are you still in here, Nixon?”“Because I think that you do want me to keep calling you that adorable nickname I thought up just for you and you also want me to watch you get dressed.So go right ahead, I’m watching,” he waves his hand in front of him, telling me I can continue.Fine, if this is the way he wants to play it, I’ll play right along.I have nothing to be ashamed of and Nixon being an ass isn’t going to make me want to sleep with him, so I may as well give him a glimpse at something that he’ll never get a piece of.I mentally cross my fingers, hoping that I can keep him from getting a piece.Men like Nixon like to talk about their conquests and while I’m all for casual hookups, I’m not all about having my sexual experiences spread around to people I work with.This doesn’t mean I can’t tease him a bit.I turn so my back it’s to Nixon and, after slipping into a pair of white boy shorts while my towel is still in place, I unravel the gray terry cloth from around my torso and let it fall to the ground.I turn my head in time to see Nixon’s eyes widen as they descend my body and his tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip.I giggle and his eyes snap back up to my face.“What’s the matter, Nixon? Didn’t think that I’d get dressed with you in the room when you told me to?” I joke.Nixon shakes his head slowly and then shifts on the edge of my bed like he is trying to discreetly adjust himself.I reach into my dresser drawer and pull out a white bra that does wonders for my cleavage.After securing it and throwing my tank top on I turn around to face Nixon as I pull my white shorts on.His hands are now gripping my grey quilt and his fingers are white, like he’s trying to pop the stuffing out of it with his hands alone.His eyes are firmly secured to my breasts that are barely contained in my top and his mouth is now slightly ajar.Nice to know he’s affected by me.I giggle and shake my head when his eyes come back up to my face before I make my way back into my bathroom.After brushing my teeth and downing two pills to try and kill my hangover, I throw my hair into a messy bun and have to basically push Nixon out of the room.He protests as he throws on his own shirt and tells me that we could just do another naked house day.I laugh in an attempt to cover up the fact that I’m actually considering the idea and walk out my front door toward my truck, hoping that he’s following me and not stripping his clothes off in my living room
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