My Mafia Mate
“Sexy? I’m wearing sweatpants. And up until a few moments ago, I was wearing an oversized t-shirt with a picture of a cat on it.”
Logan laughed. “I know. It’s sexy when you’re relaxed. I’d prefer it over lingerie, honestly.”
His words made me blush instantly, and I was grateful for the wine, which had already made my face red. No man had ever mentioned actually liking my oversized loungewear, and yet once again, Logan was proving to be different.
As he shimmied my pants down, though, he revealed something that he didn’t seem to expect in the slightest: black, lacy panties. His eyes widened slightly as he revealed the grand prize, and a smirk overcame his face.
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