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Perfect. Micha was so smart even when I wasdrunk. “Yes. That.”

Whatever it meant.

“I understand. Thorough cleaning tonight,so we can go right into that relaxed headspace in the morning.” Micha smiled,giving me a quick peck as I wiggled around so I was straddling his lap. “That’svery good thinking, baby.”

Yay.

Leaning in, I rested my forehead againsthis. “Good thinking means good fucking.”

I’d been really smart to make sure that wasin our contract too.

Sober me was amazing…drunk me was horny.

“You are insane.” Micha wanted to gigglebut he gave me another kiss instead. “But I love that about you, baby.”

Yay.

Three cheers for getting fucked.

Chapter 16

Micha

It was moments like this that made merealize we had the strangest contract…but it worked for us and my nut’sidiosyncrasies.

“I got clean when I came home too.” Hisdirty snickers connected the dots on what that really meant and explained whyhe’d taken so long in there. “Planning means you can fuck me.”

Trying not to laugh, I nodded and worked onsounding firm and Dommy, as he called it sometimes. “That’s right. You were avery good boy.”

At least about some things, the not-havinglunch part we were going to discuss later.

His shiver and the way his eyes nearlyrolled back in his head said the voice was already getting a reaction from him.“I like being your good boy.”

That was beyond obvious, but it seemed tojar a few more random thoughts loose, because as he started rocking andgrinding against me, he began rambling. “I liked thegood boyparts lastnight too. That’s another one. That means you’ll pinch my nipples or my dick orsomething. Yeah. I’m so smart.”

Andsodrunk.

I’d hoped for relaxed and rambling and hadgotten confused, horny, and rambling. But it was a start in the rightdirection.

“You’re right. I think that’s a goodtrade.” And an interesting one. “What can you tell me that will get pincheseverywhere? I won’t be stingy if you give me a good trade.”

Drunk Ashton took that challenge seriously,but if I was being honest, sober Ashton would’ve too.

“Oh…” Rocking faster, Ashton gave anotherlow moan as he shivered. “You…you need to kiss me. That will help me think.”

That logic was questionable but I liked itanyway.

And he liked my teeth and tongue on hisneck, so it worked out for us both.

“That’s…fuck…” His muscles tensed as Inibbled on his ear and licking around it got another needy, sexy sound fromhim. “Trade. I…I remember the trade.”

Because he was a greedy slut when he wasdrunk.

“I liked coloring…I didn’t think Iwould…but I did…” Ashton knew that was good enough to get more of his favoritekisses because he smiled and tilted his head to offer up his neck again. “I’mso fucking smart.”

And just as adorable now as he’d beenbefore.

“You are.” Giving his ear a sharp tug withmy teeth, I chuckled as he moaned and started humping my chest again. “You’realso sexy and sweet and a good boy for making sure I knew you liked coloring.”

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