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It seemed to be his favorite position, butI liked how possessive it felt, so I wasn’t going to complain or question it.“I’m not sure I can take you anywhere like this.”

Huh?

Go anywhere?

Like how?

Did he mean my erection or the sweatpants?

“Where are we going?” I wanted to come toobadly to complain that I didn’t want to go anywhere.

He chuckled. “You sound so excited aboutthe idea of leaving the house.”

Forcing a big smile, I looked up at him.“I’m excited.”

He brushed his lips across mine. “Liar. Butyou’re doing a halfway decent job, so I won’t punish you.”

He was a tough cookie to please.

But his hands started wandering over myass, getting teasingly close to my hole, so I wasn’t going to make an issue ofit. Moaning, I fought to stay still as he played with me, separating my cheeksand rubbing me against him.

“Have you been a good boy? You’re stillhard, but have you kept your hands off your dick?” He made a low, questioningsound that sent a shiver through me. “Do I need to punish you?”

Even that idea was erotic.

“I was good. I didn’t touch it and I workedhard. I got all my words in on both projects today.” I gave a quiet moan as hetightened his hold on me. “I was very good and I’m sorry I whined earlier.”

I’d written some good begging scenes. Icould probably come up with something sexy and desperate if I had a few secondsand a notebook to plan it out.

A smack to my ass snapped my mind back tothe moment.

“Are you daydreaming?” His tone soundedalmost amused so I didn’t try to lie.

“Not exactly, but you’re so distracting andfeel so good that it's hard.” I should’ve probably said difficult…hard just conjuredup all kinds of sexy images.

He chuckled but gave my ass another smackthat sent waves of need through me. “I definitely can’t take you anywhere likethis.”

Like what? Horny? Distracted? Hungry?

“I can be good.” If I had to be. “I justneed…”

To breathe?

Some space from him?

A cold shower?

“A shower. A cold one. I’ll be good. Butyes, that might help…” I’d never had to take one before, but the logic behind acold shower seemed sound.

“What if I said I didn’t want you to get acold shower? If I’m going to let you come, I don’t want you to lose this sexyerection.”

It was too many words.

Was he going to let me come?

A better question might have been when washe going to let me come…

“I…I want to be good.” But I wasn’t surewhat he wanted.