Bad Romeo Christmas: A Starcrossed Anthology (Starcrossed #4)(45)

"Of course he was awake. I was dreaming about you." He tucks himself back into his underwear. "Better stay back. You have no idea how close he was to exploding in your face. You could have been killed."

I raise an eyebrow. "Killed?"

"Well, okay, maybe not killed, but if he'd gone off in your eye, it would have stung like hell. Believe me, I know."

"Oh, really?" I suppress a smile. "You've friendly fired yourself in the face?"

He turns onto his side and props his head on his hand. "Of course. Most men have. It's not like that stuff always comes out at the same velocity. Sometimes it's like opening a warm champagne, and sometimes it's like that science experiment where you drop Mentos into a bottle of Pepsi, and the whole thing explodes in a huge geyser of stickiness."

I laugh and stroke his face. "You should trademark that name."

"Huge Geyser of Stickiness?"

"Yeah, just in case you ever decide to make a porno."

"Is that so?" In a flash, he flips me onto my back and presses both my hands into the mattress. "And would you star in this porno with me?" He tries to act serious, but I can see his mouth quirk.

"Of course. My porn name is Horatio Sixty-Second."

He closes his eyes and moans, "Holy shit, baby. That's so f*cking hot."

I manage to get my hands free long enough to push him off. He laughs as he rolls onto his side.

"Listen," I say, and slap his chest, "I'll have you know that name’s scientifically formulated. It’s my first pet plus the street where I grew up. When I was five, I had a regal goldfish called Horatio Swimsalot the Third, and I grew up on 62nd street, so there. The name is legit."

He puts his hands behind his head. "Well, by that logic, my porn name is Wigglebottom Washington."

I burst out laughing. "Oh, my God. That's so perfect for you. Wigglebottom!"

He sits up and scowls. "How dare you laugh. Mr. Wigglebottom was a dignified cat. It wasn't his fault my brother chose that stupid name."

"Oh, really? What did you want to call him? Thor? Hunter? Brick?"

"Don't be ridiculous. No one calls their cat Brick."

"Okay then. Tell me your preferred * name."

He stares up at the ceiling. "I wanted to call him Fluffypants."

I nearly bust a gut holding in my laughter.

He rolls his eyes. "Go on. Let it out. Don't want you getting cancer or anything."

"Fluffypants!" I fall forward and laugh my ass off.

"That would have been a kickass name!” he says, indignant. “But then Jamie won rock-paper-scissors, and the poor little dude was stuck with Wigglebottom. He was humiliated."

"How old were you guys when you named him? Five? Six?"

"Fifteen. Naming our pussies was serious business back then."

At this point, I have no idea if he's messing with me or not.

"Well, personally," I say, "I don't think you can go wrong with either Wigglebottom or Fluffypants for your porn name. They both describe you to a tee."

"Why you little—" He goes to grab me, but I twist out of reach just in time and dash down the stairs toward the living room, thinking I have the advantage indoors. However, despite Liam's size, he's goddamn fast and catches me around the waist just before I reach the kitchen.

I squeal when he hoists me over his shoulder. "Liam! Stoppit! Put me down."

"Nope. You need to be taught a lesson, young lady, and I aim to be the one to teach you."

I paddle on his back before reaching down to cup his ass as he strides toward the huge modular couch. "Well, I suppose there are worse things than being disciplined by Wigglebottom Washington."

"Right. That's it." He sits on the couch and spreads me across his lap with me lying on my stomach. "You have so many entries on the naughty list by now, I've lost count. Time to pay the piper, lady." He flips up my robe up to reveal my bare bottom and smacks me firmly on both cheeks until my skin starts to burn.

"Liam!" I giggle as he strokes the areas he just hit. "That tickles."

"You sound like you're enjoying this a little too much." He smacks me again, harder this time, three times each side. It stings like hell, but I kind of like it. Feeling the strength of him holding me down and the firm slap of his hand ... wow. Definitely hot.

He strokes my butt again. "Now, are you going to behave? Or do you want more?"

I'm silent for a moment then say, "More."

His hand freezes. "What?" He sounds genuinely surprised.

I clear my throat. "I said, more, please." I pause. “Master."

The bite of Liam's fingernails as they curl into my butt cheek lets me know he approves. "Liss, are you sure?" He sounds excited but nervous. Seems like we're on the same wavelength about that.

"Yes. More, please," I say firmly.

He lets out an uneven exhale. "Okay, you asked for it. Don't move."

He slaps each ass cheek in turn, successively applying more pressure. I'm surprised how each sting shoots pleasure right through to my spine. I close my eyes and moan as my skin starts to swell and burn.

I'd always had a vague fantasy about Liam spanking me, but now that it's happening, it's even more glorious than I imagined.