Page 43 of Sir Avery's Wish
“Ppphh.” Eli arched his eyebrows. “I seem to remember it wasyouwho explained everything to me.”
“Are you questioning your Sir already?”
Eli’s grin grew wider. “If I answer yes, do I get a spanking?”
As much as he’d enjoyed relaxing and getting to know each other the day before, there had been a decided lack of spanking involved. As in, absolutely none.
“You know…” Avery’s voice dropped to a lower register. “There are other forms of spanking that are neither punishment nor discipline.”
Eli’s eyes widened, his cock coming to attention. “Oh yeah, right. That’s uh…” He swallowed hard, flipping through the pages. “Can’t remember what section that was, but I need to initial it this second.”
Avery chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that had the ability to scramble his thoughts. He’d never get enough of this man.
“If I spank you until you come, then fuck your ass so I can feel the heat of my handiwork against my skin, I doubt you’ll have the energy to go out for ice cream.”
Eli’s head snapped up. “Ice cream? Are you kidding me? Why would I want ice cream when I can have you showing me who’s boss instead?”
Avery laughed. “Well, I do have some vanilla ice cream we could have afterward. Wouldn’t have to leave.”
“Any chocolate syrup to put on top?” Avery’s idea held promise.
“Hmm…” Avery rubbed his chin. “I doubt it, but I could send out for some. Have it delivered.”
Eli shook his head. “Nah, that’s cool. You don’t need to bother.”
Avery tilted his head. “Not even if I pour it on your body so I can lick it off?”
Eli almost choked, the contract suddenly forgotten in his lap. The pencil slipped from his fingers again, but this time he didn't care where it landed. Heat pooled low in his belly at the image Avery painted—chocolate dripping across his skin, Avery’s tongue following every trail.
“That's...” Eli coughed to clear the gravel in his throat. “That’s not fair. You can’t say things like that when I’m trying to concentrate on important documents.”
Avery’s smile turned predatory, the kind that made Eli’s knees weak even when he was sitting down.
“I thought you wanted to sign right now?”
“I do.” Eli flipped to the last page, scanning for the signature line. His hands trembled slightly as he gripped the pencil he’d retrieved. “But now all I can think about is chocolate.”
Avery chuckled as he gently pried the pencil from Eli’s fingers. “Let me get a pen if you’re truly ready to sign. The pencil was for changes.”
Right as Avery rose, the sound of his phone rang in another part of the house. Eli guessed it was his study, where Avery had retreated to give him his privacy.
Avery sighed. “I apologize. That’s Zane’s ringtone.”
“That’s okay, you warned me about that.”
Avery planted a quick kiss on Eli’s head, then hurried from the room. Part of their agreement included the use of phones when they were in a scene or enjoying alone time. Master Zaneand the hotel manager were approved for Avery, and Lenny for Eli.
Eli fidgeted on the couch, trying not to eavesdrop on Avery's conversation. From the muffled sounds filtering through the walls, he could tell their talk was animated but couldn't make out the words. He glanced at the contract resting on his lap, the final page awaiting his signature. His fingers traced the empty line where his name would go.
After a few minutes, Avery returned, his expression tight.
Eli straightened, his senses on high alert. “Everything okay?”
Avery rushed over to him, then dropped onto the sofa, wrapping an arm around Eli’s shoulders. The comforting gesture only added to his misgivings.
“Everything’s more than okay, sweetheart. Rogan’s contact in LA got back to him with a full report on what you witnessed. Zane says you have nothing to worry about anymore.”
“Seriously?” Eli shook his head in confusion. “That’s so fast. So, what’s the story? Who was that woman? Why did that guy kill her?”
