his office. He was tucked
behind his glass topped mahogany desk, reading something.
“Hey,
Chandler
,
I’m going to wash these clothes. If you give me yours, I’ll wash them for you.”
Chandler
smiled his eye-crinkling smile. “Really, you would do that for me?”
“Sure.”
Chandler
really looked at me and started laughing. In fact, he laughed so
loud he snorted. “Nice PJ’s, snowflake.”
I rolled my eyes and kept going. He was still
laughing when I entered the laundry room. I started on the clothing. They were
thoroughly grubby and more than likely ruined. I rummaged through a cabinet
until I found the stain remover and applied it to the numerous red splotches as
well as covering a plethora of greasy spots.
Cayden’s delicious cologne wafted in before he
did so I knew he’d found me.
“Looks like you got all the goop out of your
hair,” he commented. He leaned in behind me and sniffed. “I love how your hair
smells.” He rested his chin on my right shoulder.
“Thanks.” I set the shirt along with the stain
remover on the edge of the washer. “It looks like you got all the goop out of
your hair, too.” I combed my fingers through his silky strands. “Your shirt may
be ruined,” I said, dropping my hand and returning my attention back to it.
He brushed my hair back over my shoulder and
kissed my neck. “It’s just a shirt. Don’t worry about it, Winter.”
I threw the clothes into the washing machine,
dumped in some detergent, and put the lid down. “Yeah, but that was an
expensive shirt, and it looked good on you,” I complained.
Cayden let out his low even laugh. I twirled
around. Cayden’s blue-eyed gaze appraised me with a large smile stretched
across his face.
“Well, Hello Kitty.” He emphasized the hello
chuckling wickedly. “Come here, pretty kitty,” he said, crooking his finger at
me.
I was decked out in my Hello Kitty T-shirt and
matching shorts. I love my pink bowed kitty. She was adorable and holding a
teddy bear. I’d bought them on a whim while shopping with Q, actually. I
thought they were cute. Besides, until recently no one would have seen me or
cared what I wore to bed.
“Babe, are you making fun of me?”
“Me?” he
replied with mock innocence. “I want to pet my little kitty.”
I huffed off when Cayden scooped me up into his
arms, twirled me around so my back was tucked into his chest, and tickled me. I
may be older than Cayden, but he was much bigger than me. He overtook me in a
minute, not that I put up much of a fight. He had me almost helpless. His
poking fingers found all my hot spots. I jittered, wiggled, and squirmed,
laughing nonstop, trying to catch my breath.
“Stop.” I squeaked, still laughing. Cayden
knuckled my ribs then went for the more tender spots. “Cay….” I couldn’t even
finish speaking his name. I was squirming and giggling so hard I thought I might
pee my pants, but he held assured.
“What are you doing to her?”
Chandler
asked. “I heard her actually
squeaking. I had to see what the hell would cause her to make that noise. I
wondered if we had mice.”
“Don’t need your help, bro. I have things under
control,” Cayden said as he pinned my arms. In one quick move, he heaved me
over his shoulder, again.
“Very caveman of you, babe,” I said. I wiggled
one arm free and slapped his butt.
“Ooh yeah, do that again, baby,” he said, teasing
me.
I squeezed his perfect ass before my hand probed
his back pant pocket. I pulled out his worn leather wallet. It looked like it
had been through a war. “Well, well, what do I have here?” I flipped it open. I
wiggled my other arm free. “Sexy picture on your driver’s license,” I
commented, still giggling. Cayden slapped my ass in retaliation. “Oh my God!
You have a membership to Blockbuster Video.” I continued to laugh.
“Snoop much?” He bounced me playfully.
“Hmm…we have one, two, three platinum cards.
Shop much, babe?”
Cayden’s fingers poked
behind his glass topped mahogany desk, reading something.
“Hey,
Chandler
,
I’m going to wash these clothes. If you give me yours, I’ll wash them for you.”
Chandler
smiled his eye-crinkling smile. “Really, you would do that for me?”
“Sure.”
Chandler
really looked at me and started laughing. In fact, he laughed so
loud he snorted. “Nice PJ’s, snowflake.”
I rolled my eyes and kept going. He was still
laughing when I entered the laundry room. I started on the clothing. They were
thoroughly grubby and more than likely ruined. I rummaged through a cabinet
until I found the stain remover and applied it to the numerous red splotches as
well as covering a plethora of greasy spots.
Cayden’s delicious cologne wafted in before he
did so I knew he’d found me.
“Looks like you got all the goop out of your
hair,” he commented. He leaned in behind me and sniffed. “I love how your hair
smells.” He rested his chin on my right shoulder.
“Thanks.” I set the shirt along with the stain
remover on the edge of the washer. “It looks like you got all the goop out of
your hair, too.” I combed my fingers through his silky strands. “Your shirt may
be ruined,” I said, dropping my hand and returning my attention back to it.
He brushed my hair back over my shoulder and
kissed my neck. “It’s just a shirt. Don’t worry about it, Winter.”
I threw the clothes into the washing machine,
dumped in some detergent, and put the lid down. “Yeah, but that was an
expensive shirt, and it looked good on you,” I complained.
Cayden let out his low even laugh. I twirled
around. Cayden’s blue-eyed gaze appraised me with a large smile stretched
across his face.
“Well, Hello Kitty.” He emphasized the hello
chuckling wickedly. “Come here, pretty kitty,” he said, crooking his finger at
me.
I was decked out in my Hello Kitty T-shirt and
matching shorts. I love my pink bowed kitty. She was adorable and holding a
teddy bear. I’d bought them on a whim while shopping with Q, actually. I
thought they were cute. Besides, until recently no one would have seen me or
cared what I wore to bed.
“Babe, are you making fun of me?”
“Me?” he
replied with mock innocence. “I want to pet my little kitty.”
I huffed off when Cayden scooped me up into his
arms, twirled me around so my back was tucked into his chest, and tickled me. I
may be older than Cayden, but he was much bigger than me. He overtook me in a
minute, not that I put up much of a fight. He had me almost helpless. His
poking fingers found all my hot spots. I jittered, wiggled, and squirmed,
laughing nonstop, trying to catch my breath.
“Stop.” I squeaked, still laughing. Cayden
knuckled my ribs then went for the more tender spots. “Cay….” I couldn’t even
finish speaking his name. I was squirming and giggling so hard I thought I might
pee my pants, but he held assured.
“What are you doing to her?”
Chandler
asked. “I heard her actually
squeaking. I had to see what the hell would cause her to make that noise. I
wondered if we had mice.”
“Don’t need your help, bro. I have things under
control,” Cayden said as he pinned my arms. In one quick move, he heaved me
over his shoulder, again.
“Very caveman of you, babe,” I said. I wiggled
one arm free and slapped his butt.
“Ooh yeah, do that again, baby,” he said, teasing
me.
I squeezed his perfect ass before my hand probed
his back pant pocket. I pulled out his worn leather wallet. It looked like it
had been through a war. “Well, well, what do I have here?” I flipped it open. I
wiggled my other arm free. “Sexy picture on your driver’s license,” I
commented, still giggling. Cayden slapped my ass in retaliation. “Oh my God!
You have a membership to Blockbuster Video.” I continued to laugh.
“Snoop much?” He bounced me playfully.
“Hmm…we have one, two, three platinum cards.
Shop much, babe?”
Cayden’s fingers poked
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