Falling for My Dirty Uncle

“No, I can’t say that I have,” I answer shortly. “My free time since I’ve launched my lingerie line has been non-existent.”

“Well, that’s not good,” he says lightly. “You have to remember to take care of yourself. I can respect the commitment to your work, but you really have to ease up once in a while.”

Ease up, huh? You have no fucking idea how easy I want to be.

“Y-yeah,” I agree quietly while tucking hair behind my ear, my nerves getting the better of me. “Maybe I need to see an example of what that’s like.”

“Oh, yeah? Like what?”

“Well, you. Judging by your home and your pictures, you lead a pretty exciting life. Tell me about it. What do you do for fun? How do you balance it with your work life?” I prod.

I’m so genuinely curious about him. I could listen to him talk for hours, especially face to gorgeous fucking face.

“I love to travel,” he starts.

Of course, he does. He’s got pictures and souvenirs—and not the shitty kind from gift shops—literally everywhere.

“My most recent trip was to Japan, and it was honestly so breathtaking that it was hard to come back to the US.”

“Did you manage to bring anything home? You seem like an avid collector of foreign trinkets, at least from what I gather around here.”

Owen seems so happy to entertain.

“As a matter of fact, I did. It was the only thing that made it home with me. My luggage was lost at the airport, so I never managed to get the rest all the way back here. Hold on one moment,” he says as he walks out of the room.

I watch him stride away from me, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip hard and anticipatorily. He walks like a man who knows what a woman wants—how to touch and please her expertly. I want so badly for him to just storm back into the room and take me right here against this marble table, showing me all of his skills.

I want to feel my bare tits pressed against the cool stone as I’m getting rammed from behind by his cock. Just imagining it sends goosebumps all over my body. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

As I exhale, I feel a hand on my shoulder. I gasp and open my eyes abruptly to find Owen has returned with his single tangible Japanese collectible.

“Did I startle you?” he asks. “Apologies. I just was making sure you’re alright.”

“Oh, no. No problem. I’m absolutely fine,” I assure him.

“Well, good. Let me know if I’m ever overstepping any boundaries here. I would hate to lay my hands on you while you’re uncomfortable.”

“You are absolutely fine. Trust me,” I reply, slightly more aggressively.

Cool your jets, Mira.

I look away from him, hoping it’ll calm me down.

He’s being such a gentleman. It’s impressive how he can go from being so dirty one moment to this attentive man the next. I didn’t think it was possible, but it makes him even more attractive.

“Alright then. Now, you’ll have to promise not to laugh. This is pretty out there, and you’re not allowed to judge me for this,” Owen says.

“How bad could it be?” I say, an eyebrow raised to him, and a smirk stretched across my face.

“Promise.”

“I promise,” I respond, rolling my eyes playfully at him.

And now he’s being cute and coy. Damn him!

He smiles and pulls a pair of wrinkled, wadded up women’s underwear from behind his back.

“Underwear?” I ask. “That’s your big, crazy souvenir?”