Page 68 of Dr. Bad Boy

“I’d like to make you sit like that. Hand in the air, and wait for me to call on you.”

“What would the question be?”

He laughs. “Does it matter?”

“It always matters, Max.”

“So if I ever need to punish you, I just need to demand you resist the urge to be right?”

“No, don’t, that’s impossible,” I protest, letting my voice go all breathy.

He just laughs. “You get that snack yet?”

I turn on the tap in the kitchen and pour myself a glass of water. “Getting it now.”

“Let me know once you’re back in bed. I’d like to tuck you in.”

“How romantic,” I tease.

“At least thirty percent of the time, kitten.”

“My kind of balance.” I finish my snack, then pad into the bathroom to brush my teeth again.

He tells me about the rest of his week in broad strokes until I’m back in bed, this time under the blankets.

I turn off the lights so I can pretend he’s next to me. “Good night, Max.”

“Night, kitten.”

24

Max

The next nightI don’t get home until after ten. We ordered in sandwiches for our department meeting, so I head straight upstairs. I’ve been making a shopping list in my head all day.

I stop in my room to change out of my suit. When I open my dresser drawer to pull out a pair of sweatpants, my eyes catch on the spot where her phone had been sitting.

Where I’d picked it up and proceeded to take naked pictures of her.

My marks on her skin.

I’m hard immediately. I still haven’t come, and I don’t usually deprive myself.

I’m waiting for the wolf picture, I think.

She’s sent me two. I want them all.

I text her as I wander into my home office.

M: Are you up?

She might still be awake. I should find out what time she usually goes to bed. I fire up my computer and type in the first thing on my list.

It took me a long time to learn to accept that it’s okay to like the rush of embarrassed heat racing through my blood stream as I look at something I’m socially conditioned to think is dirty or wrong.

But there’s nothing dodgier than a grown man ordering a purple miniskirt kilt online. I shift as my cock swells further, my balls aching. They suddenly feel full.

And that just makes me think of coming on her stomach. Violet, rubbing my essence into her skin. Creamy white droplets blurring my wolf into her belly. A mess in the dark curls above her pussy.

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