And he did. I found him there a few minutes later, cuddled down into the mountain of pillows, the cat curled in against him adoringly. He looked so good there, so relaxed, like he was in his own bed, a nest of safety, a haven from his day. He watched me slowly undress and crawled towards me slowly as I did. Timidly, he touched me, his thumbs hooking the soft lace of my panties and with one long, soft exhalation, he pulled them down so I could step out of them. His sweet face tipped up, soft brown eyes begging.

“May I, Miss?”

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