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Chapter 8

Ranger POV:

"So… Lester's party," Steph started.

"What are you going to wear?" I asked.

"What do you think?" She snorted.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"Carlos, let's face it. You're almost always wearing a Rangeman uniform. Every now and then you wear a suit, and even more rarely do you wear your I'm a normal man clothes and even those are black. When you're home you wear boxers and sometimes sweats and a shirt."

"I also have gray clothes, Babe."

"Ninety-nine-point nine percent of the time you're wearing black. Even your pajamas are black."

"Babe."

"Okay, your boxers are black even if you rarely wear them." She rolled her eyes.

"Are you saying I have no variety?"

"Yes, I am. I will say you don't have to worry about losing a variety in the bedroom." She smiled. "But no, clothes wise you have none."

"Babe."

"How about we make a bet?" She grinned. She adjusted herself on the couch pulling her legs under herself. She looked adorable in a set of fluffy flannel pajama pants and one of my t-shirts.

"About?" I asked.

"Let's pick out each other's outfits. You pick out mine and I'll pick out yours."

"You have the advantage here," I started.

"It has to be a Rangeman uniform, but you can customize it. That means you can change the cut of the shirt, and cargos, but I'll also let you pick out my undergarments."

"I'm going to need some more incentive," I told her.

She narrowed her eyes. "I'll let you pick our sex position for that night and let you play out fantasy number 3 at a time of your choosing."

I grinned. "Bribing me with sex now, Babe?"

"It benefits me, too." She grinned.

"You aren't allowed to peek," I told her. She pouted.

"I'm offended that you would think I would do that."

"Babe, you're like Nancy Drew's cousin that's even nosier than she is and not as good as getting out of trouble."

"Fine then. No peeking on what I get you, either" she said, "But if you peek, I get to act out my fantasy number 6."

I wrinkled my nose. I had been putting it off because it would involve laying plastic over the bed and too many sticky condiments. "Fine," I agreed.

"Fine."

We shook hands, and I pulled her into my lap. "So, fantasy number 3…"

"Carlos!"

"Alright, not until after the party." I grinned.

XXXXXX

It was two days before the party, and Steph had managed to keep the outfit she picked out for me a secret. Every time we talked about it, she would laugh and tell me to wait and see. I trusted her with my life, but I didn't trust her with this. The last thing I wanted to do was show up to a party full of my men wearing a dress and makeup.

After overhearing her talking to Les about a dress, I knew she had picked something she knew I wouldn't want to wear. I walked inside the penthouse and heard the shower running, but I couldn't help myself. I couldn't let her catch me.

I was all for Steph exploring her sexual fantasies and boundaries, but I wanted to put off getting covered in chocolate for as long as possible. Besides my fantasy number 3 involved some boundary pushing that I knew she would enjoy.

I walked into the closet and found a bag that hadn't been there this morning. A black dress bag with a shoe box under it. I felt my eyes narrow. I checked to make sure she was still in the shower before moving back to the bag.

I unzipped it slowly, revealing a purple sequin dress, too big to fit Steph. The shoes confirmed my suspicion. I shook my head. I zipped it back up, hearing the shower stop. I walked out of the closet and settled on the bed, pretending to be busy on my phone.

Steph walked out wearing a towel and drying her hair with another towel. She smiled walking over and leaning down to kiss me softly. "Hi," she purred softly.

"Babe." I smiled, letting my eyes roam.

"Ella is going to bring up dinner at seven," she said, kissing me again. "Do you want to snuggle up on the couch and watch a movie?"

"Sure, do you have one you want to watch?"

She shook her head. "No, we just have cuddled on the couch in a while, and I figure there's got to be a few movies that have come out lately that we might want to watch."

"I'm sure there is."

She smiled again and walked into the closet. I heard rustling as she got dressed. She walked out running a comb through her hair, wearing one of my shirts and a pair of my boxers. I smiled, seeing her wear my clothes.

"Carlos?"

"Hmm?" I asked, tossing my phone onto the bed next to me.

"Next time you decide to be nosy, how about you cover your tracks better?" Steph smiled.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I said. She cocked an eyebrow, waiting for me to tell her the truth.

"How did you know?" I sputtered.

"Translucent setting powder." She smiled. "When the light shines the right way on the bag you can see where you touched it. I dusted it over certain parts of the bag after I brought it home, and you put the lid of the shoe box back on wrong. The words were in the opposite direction than they were when I put the box there. You're getting rusty."

I glared at her, and she grinned. "You're not really going to make me wear that, are you?" I asked. Where she picked that trick up I didn't know, but I filed it away to ask her about later.

She grinned. "No, but it just proved that you're noisier than I am. Fantasy number 6 is gonna be so good, especially now since I know it's because you were wrong, and I was right."

"Alright," I said, shaking my head. "But who's dress, and shoes are those?"

"Sally's. We went shopping today and I bought your outfit while we were out, but it wasn't the dress."

"Thank god."

She laughed. She walked over and climbed into my lap, sitting astride me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and smiled, kissing my nose. "I love you; I could never be that cruel."

"If I pissed you off…"

"Oh, if you pissed me off, no doubt." She grinned. I smiled, pulling her to me and kissing her.

"I'm a lucky bastard," I whispered against her lips.

"Why do you say that?"

"A man like me doesn't deserve a woman like you. I worship the ground you walk on, but sometimes I don't feel like that enough."

"Carlos, you're more than enough. You're everything I could hope for. Sure, there were a few hiccups along the way."

"Hiccups? Is that you're calling me having my head up my ass?"

"Well, my head was up mine also, so I'd call us even." She kissed me again. "I don't want to hear you say that you're not enough or that you don't deserve our life. You deserve more."

I rolled her into the middle of the bed and pinned her with a kiss. Her hands roamed over my back digging her nails in through my shirt. She pulled away to catch her breath.

"What happened to watching a movie?"

"Babe, if watching a movie is on your mind, I must be doing something wrong," I growled softly, nipping at her neck and earning a whimper. I smiled against her skin as she grasped at my back.

Well... Chocolate covered Ranger... Shouldn't have been nosey.