Page 79 of Almost Rotten

With all the blood diverted to my cock, a sort of warm, sated wooziness settles in my bones.

My mind is calm. My anxiety at ease.

My only issue at the moment is the hard-on pressing into the zipper of my pants.

I shift in my seat, subtly adjusting myself.

Sawyer side-eyes me, then smirks.

She knows what she’s doing, riling me up with cheesecake of all things.

“Petit diable,” I whisper, leaning over and pinching her thigh under the table.

She smiles wider, her eyes flashing with triumph.

“That said,” Nicole continues, drawing our attention back to safer territory. “If you happened to see the sample, then that’s out of my hands.” With a mischievous grin, she slides her phone across the table.

My focus flits to Clark.

Is this okay? Is this some kind of test?

He chuckles and shrugs. “She’s the boss.”

Sawyer snatches up the device, looks at the screen for all of two seconds, and squeals.

“Ty!”

Clutching my bicep, she waves the phone in my face. She’s beaming. Giddy. She squeezes my arm again and again, and with each compression, two little words flash in my mind.

My wife. My wife. My wife.

“Look at it. Oh my gosh. Purple with silver thread! Look at the little stars!”

I can’t help but smile. Her enthusiasm is contagious. Though I obey, peering over at the phone, I don’t bother looking closely. All I want to look at is her.

Still grinning, Sawyer passes the phone back to Nicole. “Thank you for showing me. Are you allowed to tell me exactly when they’ll go on sale? I want to put a reminder in my calendar so I don’t miss it.”

I tug Sawyer’s chair closer to mine and drape one arm over her shoulder. “I’ll get you one, mon ange. Don’t stress about it.”

Nicole offers a sly smile. “I can’t share the launch date yet, but yes, Tytus will receive a package beforehand with a few jerseys. We’ll reach out in advance to confirm the sizes.”

“See?” I assure my girl, casually playing with the ends of her hair. “Already taken care of. One for me and one for you. If there’s an extra, we’ll give it to Atty.”

She beams up at me, her amber eyes sparkling.

“The hope is that you’ll model it for the media team when they come to town for the photo shoot. Maybe take a selfie and snap a few candids for socials,” Nicole hedges.

Inwardly, I groan. But on the outside, I smile and nod.

I give Sawyer’s shoulder another squeeze and say, “Not a problem. My wife is great at making content. We’ll get you what you need.”

Sawyer goes rigid beside me.

The table falls silent.

Yet I’m still grinning down at my girl like an idiot.

Several seconds tick by before I realize my error.