Page 17 of Hiding From Laughter

When he had my legs wrapped around hiswaist and an arm under my ass, he kissed my head and snuggled me close again.“I’ve got a plan and a sweet boy to play with who doesn’t have to talk at all.”

Because in the scene he had planned out, Iwasn’t grown-up enough to use words.

Fine print was terrible.

Sighing was all I could do since I couldn’ttalk or safeword. Well, I could safeword but he’d stop and I’d definitely haveto talk at that point. He’d worry and I’d have to explain I’d panicked and thenit’d get even worse because he’d make me tell him in words that I wanted tokeep going.

Not that I wanted to keep going.

But it was out of my control now…there wasthe whole no talking thing and all.

Micha chuckled, his big chest making it arumbly sound that always made him feel like he was some kind of vibrating teddybear. “It’s going to be fun and you’re going to be so cute when you laugh.”

Shoot.

Now I was blushing.

“Oh.” Micha liked it when he got thatreaction, so it got me kisses and happy sounds as he patted my butt. “So cute.”

I didn’t mind being cute until I heard thesound of the package. Somehow just remembering what he’d bought made that wordsound different. I was cute. I was practically a twink even though I was almostancient at nearly thirty for my second year in a row, and I liked being cute.

Most of the time.

Now it made me want to squirm, so I hidagainst his neck, which made him chuckle again as he kept moving around thekitchen suspiciously. “It’s okay. I’m going to take good care of you and makeyou so happy.”

Ugh.

No more margaritas.

None.

No more kinky crafts.

None.

Those two things should’ve never gottenmixed up together to begin with.

The internet was evil…it gave peopleideas…and confidence.

What the hell was he doing in the fridge?

Micha was completely ignoring myexistential crisis and humming as he finally stopped torturing me and walked usback to the bedroom. “You’re going to be cute and you’re going to laugh andyou’re going to be helpless.”

I was starting to wish we both didn’t likeme being helpless so much.

Sadly, that didn’t seem to be something Icould change, especially with the way he was patting my butt and reminding methat he was holding me. I was already helpless. Stuck. Held by the caveman whowas going to do silly, kinky things to me.

And he was going to do it happily.

Ugh.

I couldn’t panic if he was having fun. Heshould’ve known that instead of trying to make me confident again. That wasjust cheating, and once I could talk, I was going to make sure he knew how muchtrouble he was in.

Being happy when I was so stressed…he hadno manners at all.

“If you keep bitching me out in your head,I’m not going to tickle you enough.” His dryly delivered threat had me suckingin a breath.

Rude and psychic.

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