[DISCLAIMER: This story is intended for a mature audience. Reader discretion is advised.]
Whoever said forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest was not wrong.
I had one taste of Dexter Prior and one taste was not enough. It would never be enough, but it...
I hear a wolf whistle and know it can only be one person. I don't bother looking over my shoulder as Dexter enters the apartment and finds me bent over, looking for something inside the fridge, no doubt getting an eyeful of the backside of my panties that have a big cartoon image of Beetlejuice right dab in the middle.
"Beetlejuice, huh?" he says as he takes in my panties.
I quickly stand up and turn around, closing the fridge behind me and lean back against it, flinching when the cold door touches the backs of my thighs. I see him grin but he doesn't comment on it.
He lowers his gaze to the front of my panties and I quickly cover them with my shirt.
"Oh, come on. Don't be like that," he groans. "Let me see."
I shake my head and hold my shirt firmly over my panties refusing to let him take in the front that has a red marquee that says, 'It's Flow Time,' and an arrow pointing down to a tombstone that says, 'Here Lies Bleeder Juice.'
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"What are you doing here?" I ask him, feeling a little peeved he's here when he was supposed to be out. I overheard him telling Elsie that he was going out apartment hunting and yet here he is not even an hour later.
"If you want, I'll leave and come back later," he says dramatically and turns to leave and I of course play into it and stop him.
"No, don't," I say with a sigh. "I just thought you were going to be out longer," I admit. "That's why I'm dressed like this," I say gesturing to my outfit, which consists of only a T-shirt and my Beetlejuice panties. "I swear I don't just spend my life around the apartment in underwear but since I knew you and Elsie were gone, I figured I could grab myself a bite really quick before either of you got back but you got here before I could disappear."
"I'm glad I got here when I did," he says with a wolfish grin.
"Want a bagel with Hot Cheetos?" I ask him, trying to change the subject and he grins by my not so subtle transition.
"Sure, why not. I was actually going to ask you if you wanted to go out to eat but a bagel with Hot Cheetos sounds good."
"Sit," I say, gesturing to the breakfast bar. He grabs a stool and turns it around so he's straddling it.
I quickly grab what I need to make our bagels and don't doubt for a second that he's getting another eyeful of my butt. I know I should feel self-conscious around him, especially since my legs are on full display, but after he showed me the other day just how much he wants me and doesn't care about my cellulite or stretch marks, I feel more confident in front of him and don't feel the need to hide like I did with all my old partners. I'm not so sure that's a good thing but right now I don't want to worry about that. I just want to focus on the here and now.
I set out plates for us and get to making our bagels, and prepare two for him and one for myself. I set his plate in front of him and set my plate beside his on the bar.
