Confident

Laundry ⚠️

Today is laundry day.

We have this day every few weeks, especially because I moved in and could not stand how much laundry James has.

I separated all of the piles into these, lights, darks, colors, and then separated the colors, combining colors like each other like red and pink, and yellow and orange. I kept James' suits separate, knowing that they needed to go to the dry cleaners, same as my fancy dresses.

"Doll what- oh," he laughed, "laundry day today?"

And I turned to give him a big smile, until I noticed he was fucking shirtless. His muscles literally glowed in the bedroom light, the mug in his hand not even noticeable because of how thirsty I was for his biceps. Jesus Christ. His tattoos drew me in, my jaw dropping as he stood there with a cocky smile.

"You okay there doll?" He asked, laughing as he handed me a mug.

"How come you always are so hot?" I asked, flustered as I grabbed an armful of laundry and headed to the laundry room.

"Always baby?" He chuckled, following close behind me as I rolled my eyes. I put the detergent in the washing machine, starting it as I slid past him, smirking to myself as I made sure to rub my ass against his crotch.

For teasing me you motherfucker.

"Hey that wasn't cool Jessica," he frowned, and I shrugged my shoulders with an innocent smile.

"What did I do James?" I asked, "I'm just doing the laundry."

"I see your games doll," he smirked, "and it's game on."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I giggled, grabbing my phone and turning on my folding playlist as I started folding a load of laundry I did the night before.

Out of every song that could have played, Milkshake by Kellis started to play. Jesus. I started dying from laughing, starting to fold the clothes as I sang at the top of my lungs, "MY MILKSHAKE BRINGS ALL THE BOYS TO THE YARD!"

James watched me from the doorway, his eyes trained on my ass as I moved my hips around while folding the first few shirts in the laundry basket. I laughed to myself as I started to mumble the lyrics, until I felt James' hands on my waist.

"Hi Jamesy," I giggled, and I felt his hot breath on my neck before he started kissing my sweet spot. I laughed as I tried to wiggle my way out of his arms. "I have to finish folding these!"

"I'll help you fold later," he whispered, nipping at the skin on my neck before moving to my ear, "you have no idea what you're doing to me doll."

"Would you rather me change?" I asked, a smirk growing across my face.

"Yeah. I'd rather you be wearing nothing right now," he whispered, and I could immediately feel a shiver ripple through my skin.

"And what if I say no?" I said as I turned to stare up at him.

"Then I'll put on a shirt," he smirked, and my jaw dropped.

"Nooooo," I whined, "you can't do that that's not fair."

"We never established rules baby," he chuckled, "I'll go find a shirt."

"No no! Just wait a minute!" I exclaimed, running off to the bathroom and grabbing my secret stash of his favorite lingerie. I had been at the store the other day, and secretly bought some with money in my emergency fund. And I got some brand new colors that complimented my skin. But my favorite was the black lace that accentuated my butt and my boobs. I knew damn well he wouldn't be able to control himself if I worked in his favorite lingerie.