Page 79 of Hiding From Laughter

Talk and torture myself.

Not talk and torture myself.

“But I was good.” Pouting, I let him standme up but I didn’t help. I wasn’t going to make it hard but I wasn’t going tomake it easy. “I even talked to Conner. The owner guy.”

Kind of.

“And I didn’t hide or do anythingridiculous when you lapped me and I talked about my toys. I even said they werezoo animals and didn’t make him think I was talking about sex toys.” Why thatwould’ve been easier I couldn’t have explained. “I even plugged my ears when hetold me to. I was very good.”

Micha nodded, but he didn’t seem tounderstand what good meant. “I was very proud of you, but one thing has nothingto do with the other.”

He was deliberately being a pain in thebutt.

My butt.

My kind of sticky butt.

“You were a very good boy then and you’regoing to be a good boy now.” Micha kissed my forehead as he stood and startedstripping off his own questionably dirty clothes.

I definitely wasn’t going to look tooclosely at anything we’d been wearing, but part of me was fascinated by theproof of what we’d done. “I…”

I wasn’t going to look.

But focusing on Micha wasn’t any betterbecause he was sexy as hell and he kept doing stuff to remind me of the stuffwe’d done. He even turned on an industrial strength shower head and startedspraying off the floor like it was an everyday kind of thing for him. “Have youpicked which torture you’d prefer? I’m not leaving here without a conversationunless a safeword is involved.”

And then we’d have a differentconversation.

For fuck’s sake.

Again.

Lots of fucks.

All the fucks.

Where was my quiet toy when I needed it?

In the fucking bag, where I wasn’t going totouch it until I was all clean.

Ugh.

“I was very good and I’m going to startwith being proud of myself.” I knew he was, but he needed to know I was too.When Micha nodded and smiled at me, I took a breath and tried not to getdistracted by the way he sprayed off the wall where I’d been standing.

I was a messy drama queen.

“Um…” He wouldn’t be satisfied yet and weboth knew it. “It was kind of weird talking to the owner guy when he wasprobably guessing a lot of what we were going to do in here, but not as stressfulas I’d expected. He was…kind of nonchalant about the whole thing and I thinkthat made it easier.”

Micha huffed. “The way he ended ourconversation talking about how long it’s been since he’d peed on anyoneshould’ve made it easier too.”

I wasn’t sure if laughing was the rightresponse or not, but it was all I had at the moment. Between Micha’s face andConner’s casual surprises, it was all just too ridiculous. “Don’t tell meyou’ve never thought of doing that.”

Oops.

Micha smiled.

I should learn when to shut my fuckingmouth.

Chapter 22

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