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Chapter 10

Preston

He fit right into my arms. As we curled up on the couch, overstuffed on dumplings and fabulous takeout, he moved instinctively closer. The hesitation was gone and even though he was still nervous, he reached for me automatically.

He trusted me.

It was in every look and shy smile. Casey’s nerves would start to surface and in response, he would shift until he could touch me again. Sometimes it was just a brush of his leg against mine, and once, he’d reached out and handed me a napkin just to stroke over my hands. It was like he needed that little touch to reassure himself.

When the leftovers were packed away in his fridge, I guided him back to the living room. I wrapped my arms around him and led him back over to the couch. Pulling him close, I smiled at his wide-eyed stare. “Do you want to curl up and watch a movie for a while or just relax and talk?”

We were going to end up talking one way or the other, but I wanted to see how ready he was. Casey licked his lips and pressed himself even tighter against me. “Um, both?”

More ready than I’d expected.

“Okay.” I leaned down and kissed his forehead. “Where’s the remote?”

My shy little accountant liked everything in its place, so I wasn’t surprised when he pointed to a small box on the side table next to the couch. Everything in his house was put away perfectly. As small as the house was it could have felt cramped and cluttered, but he was so neat it looked like a magazine could have been shooting there.

“Great.” I took a step back and reached for the box. I smiled as I opened it up to see the remote perfectly centered in the middle of the box. How had the photo shoot not driven him insane?

Sitting down on the couch, I stretched out and dragged him down until he was draped over me, blushing as his hard dick brushed against my leg. “You’re so organized; how did you survive the photo shoot?”

He laughed and snuggled close, letting his head rest on my chest. I felt his breath caress over my chest, and I knew there was no way he missed the way my erection was pressing against his stomach. “What? You sound like it was chaos.”

“Because that’s how it feels to me.” A controlled chaos—but still crazy.

One of Casey’s hands started making slow circles on my chest. “It wasn’t that bad. Although at one point, I did want to start straightening up the clothes.”

I chuckled, but appreciated the opening. “Yeah, depending on the photographer, the shoots can either be controlled chaos or just insane. Roman is usually pretty good at keeping things under control. Eli too, when he’s not distracted.”

Having Casey there had clearly been a distraction for Eli.

“What did you think about the lingerie?” In a roundabout way, he’d said he liked the lingerie. There had been a comment from my tipsy cutie about panties, but I wasn’t going to point that out specifically just yet.

I gave him a moment to collect his thoughts as I started flicking channels. I wasn’t really looking for something to watch, but I had a feeling he’d appreciate me focusing on something else. It took him several minutes to respond, but that was fine with me. I liked holding him and wasn’t planning on leaving anytime soon.

“I like lingerie.” There was something in the words that made me think he’d chosen them very specifically.

He might not be ready tovolunteerwhat he liked, but he clearly didn’t mind making me curious enough to ask about it. Deciding to dive right in, I started running my hand over his head as I flicked channels with the other. “The other night you told Lane not to tell me about the panties.”

I grinned as Casey groaned. “Drunk Casey is stupid.”

“Drunk Casey is incredibly entertaining.” I turned my head so I could press a kiss to his forehead. “But drunk Casey very specifically saidpanties, not boxers or anything like that.”

Casey sighed and shifted to get more comfortable before finally realizing he couldn’t put off answering my question much longer without actually saying he didn’t want to answer it. “Um, after the first photo shoot I saw, I got curious.”

It wasn’t where I thought he’d start, so I waited while he took his time working through the story. Casey was quiet again for a moment before he got up the nerve to keep going. “I didn’t do anything at first, but eventually, I bought a few things I found online.”

Was he wearing one of them now?

Not wanting to distract him, I kept my question to myself even though it was almost painful. I was rewarded, though, when he kept going.

“After a while, I tried them on.” He took a deep breath. “Then I bought more when I realized I liked them.” Another deep breath. “I like them a lot.”

I wasn’t sure what he was expecting my response to be, but I decided to go for the overly honest approach. I let my hand caress over his ass and squeezed down on one cheek. “I think you’d look sexy in panties. Some pretty lace stretching over your ass or some satiny ones cupping your dick.”

Casey gave a low moan as I kneaded his ass. “Do you like sweet-looking ones or does my cutie like naughty panties?”