Page 79 of Weston & Cyrus
Thinking was evil too.
No, I had to explain what I wanted to get it, and next time we’d make sure I didn’t have to think.
“I know you’re giving me options that you approve of, so I don’t have to worry about that.” I was still glad when he nodded and confirmed my logic, though. “Right Now Me is willing to do either option because I’m not thinking clearly enough to rank the choices.”
The smirk he flashed me said he’d already realized that, but he kept his snark to himself. “I’m proud of you for realizing that.”
Brat.
He was so sexy when his eyes sparkled like that.
Was that a new T-shirt?
Had his arms gotten bigger?
What had I been saying?
Fuck.
“Um, the schedule. Yes.” I could do this. “I think Morning Me would like to wake up beside you, though. So I would like to stay over at your place and then go over to mine to get ready for work.” As long as I got coffee before I left his place, I’d be fine in the morning.
Probably better than I had been earlier since I wouldn’t be panicked and horny over the camera and performing for the bear.
Oh.
“Can I ask how many cameras are in my place?” I wasn’t sure what I could ask, but I wasn’t surprised when he shook his head. “Um, can I ask what rooms they’re in?”
So far the only ones I knew about were in the bedroom, but his wicked smile said not to assume anything.
“You don’t need to know that, but I will tell you that you need to make sure you’re leaving for work on time.” I could feel my eyes widening, so I wasn’t surprised when he chuckled. “Speeding to work because you can’t find your keys will have consequences if I see you doing it again.”
Fuck.
Wow.
Where?
The living room?
By the front door?
Shit. I’d run all over the apartment trying to find the damned things, so he could’ve placed the cameras anywhere.
“You…you were watching me?” I should’ve found something more informative to ask him, but my brain was spinning in too many different directions.
“Yes, slut. I made sure to be on break when you were getting ready for the day just so I could watch you.” He was thoroughly enjoying himself but still sent a shiver through me when he frowned. “Do you know how often you give your little stiffy a tug when you’re walking around?”
No.
But I could guarantee I’d think about it a lot more often going forward.
“Um, I think I was doing that when I thought of you and the camera and you and the bear and well…just you in general.” He was really distracting even when he wasn’t around. “I didn’t orgasm, though, and I wasn’t deliberately playing with myself.”
I’d just been…thoughtful.
Thankfully, he believed me and nodded. “Alright, but I want you to be more conscious of that in the future.”
“Yes, Sir.” I wasn’t going to waste a single orgasm doing something stupid like accidentally getting myself off. “But I answered your question and thought about it. I didn’t just say something.”
