opened it—only to find it took AAA batteries, not AAs.
“Damn!”
The same was true of the stereo, VCR and DVD remotes.
She wracked her brain, tried to figure out what other appliances in the house took batteries. The alarm clocks? No. They were electric. Her iPod? No, it had its own battery. The smoke detectors!
She hurried back to the kitchen, picked up a chair and carried it into the hallway. Then she climbed up and, standing on her tiptoes, tried to remove the casing. It was on tight, and as she twisted and tugged, her hand bumped the glowing red Test button.
It let out a blaring beep, making Lissy grab her ears and look toward the bedroom. The last thing she wanted was for Will to catch her scavenging for batteries. She watched for a moment, waited. All was quiet.
She reached back up and removed the cover with a quiet click.
Nine volt.
Nine volt! The damned thing took nine-volt batteries!
“Lissy, what in hell are you doing?”
She gasped, found Will standing stark naked beside the chair. “I-it’s been a while since we changed these. I was just checking to make sure it still worked.”
“At one in the morning?”
“We don’t want to get caught with our pants down.”
“Uh, no. I guess not.” He glanced down at his naked body. “Why don’t you let me do that? I’m taller. Hand me the spare.”
Her face flushed red. She didn’t have the spare. “I-I think I forgot to grab it.”
“I’ll get it.” He walked off, his ass muscles shifting as he moved. “You get to sleep.”
Lissy swore she heard him chuckle.
Laugh all you want, Mr. Tricky Man. Two can play at this game.
On Tuesday, Lissy got up early, showered, then took her time dressing in the bedroom, being just loud enough to wake Will, but not so loud that it was obvious she was trying to wake him. As he watched from beneath sleepy lids, she slathered scented cream up the length of her newly shaved legs, across her belly and breasts, and down her arms, and over the naked mounds of her butt. She took her time doing it, massaging the cream into her skin as if she were caressing a lover, cupping her breasts, bending to give him a glimpse of her from behind.
Then she pulled a pair of garters and stockings out of her drawer of naughty lingerie and—with Will more fully awake—rolled the stockings up her legs and fastened them to the garters. Next, she put on a silk push-up bra, lifting her breasts with her hands so they filled the cups just so. Then she put on a slinky black wrap dress—but no panties.
“Where do you think you’re going dressed like that?” He sounded grumpy.
“Oh!” Lissy pretended she hadn’t realized he was awake. She slipped into a pair of black Manolo Blahniks. “To the paper, of course. Will you be working late again tonight?”
“No.” He was grumpy.
“Have a great day at Broncos camp. I hope Don the dickhead isn’t snotty to you on the air.” She leaned over far enough to give him a glimpse of what he wasn’t touching and kissed him on the cheek. “I love you, Will Fraser.”
Then she sashayed out the door, feeling like a million bucks.
“She caught on to me, guys. That’s the only explanation. She’s fighting back. If I thought I was hurting before, I’m dying now. I’m talking balls so blue they’re purple.”
Will had endured three days of sheer hell and had done the only thing a man could do under such circumstances: met his buddies after work for a beer.
Devon took a drink. “What makes you say she’s fighting back? What’s she doing?”
Will leaned in, lowered his voice. “She’s teasing me, playing stripper in reverse.”
“So she’s been getting dressed?” Devon looked unimpressed.
“It’s more than that! She struts naked into the bedroom while I’m still in bed. She rubs skin cream over her entire naked body like she’s making love to herself. She takes extra time on all the best parts, especially her ass. I’m telling you, she greases that thing so
“Damn!”
The same was true of the stereo, VCR and DVD remotes.
She wracked her brain, tried to figure out what other appliances in the house took batteries. The alarm clocks? No. They were electric. Her iPod? No, it had its own battery. The smoke detectors!
She hurried back to the kitchen, picked up a chair and carried it into the hallway. Then she climbed up and, standing on her tiptoes, tried to remove the casing. It was on tight, and as she twisted and tugged, her hand bumped the glowing red Test button.
It let out a blaring beep, making Lissy grab her ears and look toward the bedroom. The last thing she wanted was for Will to catch her scavenging for batteries. She watched for a moment, waited. All was quiet.
She reached back up and removed the cover with a quiet click.
Nine volt.
Nine volt! The damned thing took nine-volt batteries!
“Lissy, what in hell are you doing?”
She gasped, found Will standing stark naked beside the chair. “I-it’s been a while since we changed these. I was just checking to make sure it still worked.”
“At one in the morning?”
“We don’t want to get caught with our pants down.”
“Uh, no. I guess not.” He glanced down at his naked body. “Why don’t you let me do that? I’m taller. Hand me the spare.”
Her face flushed red. She didn’t have the spare. “I-I think I forgot to grab it.”
“I’ll get it.” He walked off, his ass muscles shifting as he moved. “You get to sleep.”
Lissy swore she heard him chuckle.
Laugh all you want, Mr. Tricky Man. Two can play at this game.
On Tuesday, Lissy got up early, showered, then took her time dressing in the bedroom, being just loud enough to wake Will, but not so loud that it was obvious she was trying to wake him. As he watched from beneath sleepy lids, she slathered scented cream up the length of her newly shaved legs, across her belly and breasts, and down her arms, and over the naked mounds of her butt. She took her time doing it, massaging the cream into her skin as if she were caressing a lover, cupping her breasts, bending to give him a glimpse of her from behind.
Then she pulled a pair of garters and stockings out of her drawer of naughty lingerie and—with Will more fully awake—rolled the stockings up her legs and fastened them to the garters. Next, she put on a silk push-up bra, lifting her breasts with her hands so they filled the cups just so. Then she put on a slinky black wrap dress—but no panties.
“Where do you think you’re going dressed like that?” He sounded grumpy.
“Oh!” Lissy pretended she hadn’t realized he was awake. She slipped into a pair of black Manolo Blahniks. “To the paper, of course. Will you be working late again tonight?”
“No.” He was grumpy.
“Have a great day at Broncos camp. I hope Don the dickhead isn’t snotty to you on the air.” She leaned over far enough to give him a glimpse of what he wasn’t touching and kissed him on the cheek. “I love you, Will Fraser.”
Then she sashayed out the door, feeling like a million bucks.
“She caught on to me, guys. That’s the only explanation. She’s fighting back. If I thought I was hurting before, I’m dying now. I’m talking balls so blue they’re purple.”
Will had endured three days of sheer hell and had done the only thing a man could do under such circumstances: met his buddies after work for a beer.
Devon took a drink. “What makes you say she’s fighting back? What’s she doing?”
Will leaned in, lowered his voice. “She’s teasing me, playing stripper in reverse.”
“So she’s been getting dressed?” Devon looked unimpressed.
“It’s more than that! She struts naked into the bedroom while I’m still in bed. She rubs skin cream over her entire naked body like she’s making love to herself. She takes extra time on all the best parts, especially her ass. I’m telling you, she greases that thing so
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