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@OlympianOfLoves He nipped her earlobe. "Either way, you're not walking out of this room in those panties. Your choice."

@OlympianOfLoves He pulled her in by the waist, lips grazing her ear. "Contractual? We will see it." His fingers traced the waistband of her black lace set. "Take them off yourself, baby. Slowly. Let me watch. Or don't and I'll peel them down with my teeth while you pretend to hate it."..

@OlympianOfLoves "You're not taking off your pants anytime soon? That's cute, baby. You act like you have a choice. I'm not asking I'm telling you I'm gonna get them. Tonight. Tomorrow. Eventually."

@OlympianOfLoves He leaned against the doorframe, blocking her exit just enough to make her squeeze past him if she really wanted to. "Crazy? Maybe. But you married me anyway." He watched her point that finger at him and bit back a laugh...

@OlympianOfLoves "If you're gonna throw something at me, at least make it worth my while. Throw the ones you're wearing right now. At least those still have your fragrance. My Wife!"

@OlympianOfLoves He caught the bra easily, holding it up with a mock offended look before tossing it lazily onto the dryer behind him. "You know I have a fetish for the panties, not the bra." He took a slow step closer, eyes dropping to her crossed arms, then back to her face.

@OlympianOfLoves His voice dropped, low and teasing, trailing after her. "I haven't sniffed that purple yet." He teased her.

@OlympianOfLoves He watched her storm off toward the laundry room, arms full of pilfered panties, and that lazy, filthy grin never left his face. Then her words hit "I am your baby" and something in his chest tightened, even as he laughed. "Hey... Babyy....."

@OlympianOfLoves He tilted his head, watching her dig through his jeans. "You think I'd let some random cashier at the gas station find your pink thong? Nah. That's mine." He knows, she is gonna find her, every stolen panty in those pockets of his.

@OlympianOfLoves He watched her walk over to his other clothes a low chuckle rumbling from his chest. He didn't stop her just leaned against the wall arms crossed still holding the pink pair loosely in one hand "Left them somewhere? Babe, I've never been more careful with anything in my life."

@xPR_INCESS "You don't usually save the best course for last unless you're planning on staying for dessert." He pulled back just enough to catch her gaze, one eyebrow raised. "And something tells me you're the type who licks the plate clean. Twice."

@xPR_INCESS "Good to know I've got competition from a couple of steaks." His smirk widened as his eyes flicked toward the sizzling pan, then back to her. "But here's the thing about extras..." He leaned in again, lips brushing the shell of her ear...

she just loves to make food for *𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧.

@OlympianOfLoves "Someone saw them? Babe, no one's gonna see what's in my pocket except you." He smirked, watching her tiptoe and strain. "But even if they did you think I'd care? Let them look. Let them wonder why Alex's walking around with a Dite's panty in his hand."

@OlympianOfLoves He let her struggle for a moment, enjoying every second of her flushed face and outstretched fingers. Then he lowered the pink panties just enough to brush them against her nose before pulling them away again.

@OlympianOfLoves "Store them? Oh honey. I don't store them." He brought the fabric to his nose for a second, eyes locked on hers. "I keep them with me. This pair? Been in my back pocket since Tuesday. Took them to work. Took them out during my lunch break."

@OlympianOfLoves He caught her wrist mid-dig, gripping it tight but not enough to hurt just enough to stop her. His other hand slid into his jacket pocket first, pulling out the pink panties and holding them just above her reach, a lazy smirk plastered across his face.

@OlympianOfLoves "Yeah. I've got them. They're in my jacket pocket. Wanna know what I did with them this morning before you even woke up?"

@OlympianOfLoves "Pink, huh? That soft little pair you wore last Tuesday? The ones with the tiny bow on the front?" He didn't even try to hide it. His hand came up to grip her wrist not to pull away, but to hold her there.