Proving Paul's Promise
“I want to get all this paint off and then shove him on the bed and ride him. My clit has been thumping ever since he painted me, and it’s not getting any better. I’m glad I was wearing a black bathing suit, or people would have been able to see how wet I was.We walk by Pete, who is checking ID’s at the door. “Damn, did I miss it?” Pete asks.Sam walks up beside him and holds up his phone. “Don’t worry. I got pictures.” He shakes the phone at Pete, and Pete grabs for it, but Paul gets to it first. He grimaces and talks quietly to himself while he does something to the phone. Paul gives it back and grins at him.“What did you do?” Sam asks. He flips through his photos. “You big fucker,” he cries. “You deleted my pictures!”Paul keeps smiling and takes my hand. “You ready to go home?” he asks. His blue eyes are shining, and he winks at me. “I have a problem I need you to help me with,” he adds quietly so only I can hear.My heart thuds. I nod, and his eyes smolder.He tugs my hand and doesn’t... say a word on the walk back home.MoreLess
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