Page 15 of Hiding From Laughter

“Do you want my help, baby?” Nuzzlingagainst his neck, I brushed my lips right under his ear and got my own rush ashe nodded and let out a sweet begging noise. “Such a good boy for asking for myhelp.”

Pressing him closer to my chest, I wrappedmy arm completely around him so I could reach the chain, then on his nextthrust, I helped.

Pinching the head of his cock, I yanked thechain and pulled the teeth off. The clamps were just hard enough that they gavehim the perfect amount of pain. We both knew he’d love it, but what he hadn’texpected was the extra attention to his cock.

He cried out, shaking and bucking againstmy hand, chasing the sweet and fiery pleasure that was exploding through him.But as fast as the fireworks had hit, they were slow to fade and he ended upjerking in my arms, eyes closed as sparks kept reigniting.

When he finally came down, he was going todo his best to find where he’d left his worries, but I had a few more tricks upmy sleeve. It was time for me to distract my boy, but that was what apartnership was all about…trading off crazy until we both had those raremoments were everything was perfect.

Chapter 5

Ashton

“No, I run on cookies and caffeine. I don’tneed dinner.” I might never walk into the kitchen again.

There wasstuffon the table.

I’d managed to get the cookies out of thepantry before I’d noticed what was on the table but then I’d seen it.

Well, them?

Yes, it was probably a them…but I wasn’tgoing to talk about them. I was going to eat cookies and never go into thekitchen again.

“Okay.” Micha was pretending everything wasperfectly normal but he’d left them on the table. Diapers didn’t show up likemagic. Even in dirty romance novels they didn’t pop up like magic. Well, unlessit was actually a magic world.

No. I wasn’t going to get distracted.

I’d figure out if there were magic romancenovels where diapers just appeared later.

“But…but I can share if you’re hungry too.”Yes, I was losing my mind but I was a good partner. “Let’s…let’s go sit down.”

Yes, that was a good idea.

Friday nights were for cuddling and hangingout. Just because I’d been a bit distracted over the last week didn’t mean ourplans had to change.

Micha seemed firmly attached to hiseverythingwas normalroutine and looked up from his phone. “Cuddle time first? Ithink that’s a great plan.”

Bullshit.

But he was so good at making it soundreasonable I let him lead me over to the couch and even handed over my cookiesonce I was on his lap. He’d lapped me. It was cheating because my brain onlyhalf worked when I was on his lap.

It was cuddle physics, so I just couldn’thelp it.

Everyone who had an ounce of sub in themknew how cuddle physics worked.

“Thank you for sharing.” He was sneaky andkissed my cheek too. “You know, pizza goes with cookies, so we could order thatfor dinner.”

He was so sneaky.

“I’m not talking about what’s in thekitchen. There’s nothing in my contract that says I have to talk unless myhealth and safety are involved.” I’d read it yesterday just to be sure thereweren’t more loopholes I could exploit.

Micha nodded and was still looking like Iwas his completely rational partner as he opened the squishy chocolate chipcookies and handed me one. “Okay. You don’t have to go into the kitchen and youdon’t have to talk.”

He’d agreed to that entirely too easily.

I’d done something stupid.

What had I done?

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