Beg for It(49)

She laughed and bent to kiss his mouth, letting it linger until he grabbed for her hips. Then she slapped his hands lightly. “Nope. I’m going. And you’re going to wait until I’ve left, and then you’re going to take that pretty cock of yours, and you’re going to stroke it until you’re just about to come. But you’re not going to.”

“No?” He couldn’t help grinning, even as the thought of it sent a wave of heat sizzling through him. His cock nudged the front of his jeans, beginning to throb.

“No.”

“How many…how many times, Ma’am?”

She tapped her forefinger on her lips. “Fifteen. One for every year since we broke up the first time.”

Shit.

“You want me to edge fifteen times?”

“Yes, puppy,” she breathed, leaning to speak directly into his ear. “I want you to edge fifteen times for me. I want that cock hard and leaking and craving me.”

“I already am…”

She laughed and nipped his earlobe, then danced away from him when he again foolishly tried to grab her. “No, no, no! It’s late. Do as you’re told.”

He fell back onto the couch with a loud groan of protest, a hand on the bulge in his pants. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He cracked an eye open at her. “Really? Fifteen?”

“Now it’s twenty,” she told him, her expression going from playful to stern and her tone matching. “Keep arguing with me, I’ll have your balls so blue you won’t be able to walk for a week. Twenty times, and I want a photo each time you stop. They better be waiting for me when I wake up.”

Reese got off the couch to go to her. “Anything you want.”

“Uh-huh.” She tipped her face to his for a kiss. Her hands snaked around to grab his ass, pulling him against her. “Sleep tight.”

“I’d sleep better if you were with me,” he said, risking the addition of another set of edges. As far as punishments went, it was worth taking the chance at changing her mind.

Corinne shook her head. “I can’t. I have to get the kids up in the morning, and I do have work to do tomorrow. Unless you plan on running me ragged with a bunch of bullshit reports.”

He winced. “No.”

“You sure?” She gave him a steady look. “You’re not going to turn arrogant on me again? Maybe you got more of a taste for it than you’ll admit.”

“Maybe I was just an ass,” Reese said.

She kissed him again. “Yeah. Maybe that. Goodnight, puppy. I’ll see you in the morning.”

He walked her to her car, making sure she’d pulled all the way down the driveway before he went back in the house. His dick hadn’t softened much—and in moments it was brick-hard again as he stroked, getting closer and closer to the edge.

He stopped, thinking of her. Fumbled with his phone. Took a picture. Texted it.

Good boy, came the reply, and he almost came right there.

Nineteen edges to go, he thought. It was going to be a long, long night.





Chapter Twenty-Six



“Here. I figured you’d need this.” Corinne offered the mug of hot coffee to a sleepy-eyed Reese as she entered his office. She slid it across the desk, but kept out of kissing distance. As sexy as f*cking in the office was, she was not going to succumb to the temptation. She’d woken to a series of increasingly hotter pics this morning, each photo sending another sizzle of arousal through her that still lingered, though she wasn’t going to show it. “How was your night?”

“Long. Hard.”

She laughed. “Uh-huh.”

Reese leaned back in his chair. “C’mere, let me show you how long and hard.”

“I already saw it.” She sipped from her own mug, savoring the sweetness.

He drank some of his with a sigh of pleasure. “Thanks. I did need this.”

“Of course. I know. I’m going to get back to my office, but if you want to grab lunch?”

Reese frowned. “Tony’s on his way, babe, I’m sorry. I need to catch up with him on some things. And I have a meeting with the realtor who’s going to take over the listing of my parents’ house.”

Corinne paused. “You’re selling it?”

“Yeah. I mean, it’s not in the best shape; it’s going to need some work before someone’s going to take it off my hands. I might just dump it though. I’m not sure I want to bother with a lot of work on it.”

“Right.” She kept her voice light, not wanting to make a big deal out of things. Of course he didn’t want to live in the old farmhouse. A man with his kind of money and houses all over the place would find the old farmhouse beneath him.

“I can change my plans,” Reese said.

She shook her head. “No, you don’t have to. You do what you need to do.”

“Dinner tonight?”

“Can’t. I have stuff with the kids.” She hesitated. “You could come over to my place for dinner, if you want.”

Reese looked surprised. “Yeah? You want me to?”

“My sister kind of already outed me. Us. So…yeah. I think it would be good for you to meet the kids without it being a huge deal. I’m making meatloaf and baked potatoes. Nothing special.”