Page 127 of Pucking Matt
“I’ll fix it,” he says, adding more nail polish.
I won’t interfere because he is determined to figure this out, and I’m getting a kick out of Matthew Pearson painting my nails his team colors.
“Is your mom going to judge my nails?”
“If she does, tell her that I’m open for business. I charge ten dollars per finger.”
I smile. “I bet girls would actually pay you to paint their nails.”
“It’ll be my side hustle,” he jokes, taking another finger and carefully applying polish to it.
“Spankings are a bonus.”
He dips the brush in the container and says, “Spankings are only for you.”
I watch him apply nail polish to my last finger.
He says, “The offer expires at midnight.”
“Oh,” I chuckle. “It expires, huh?”
“Yeah, special offer for my…er, hum…girlfriend for being snobby.”
“Snobby?” I gasp, offended. “Like you’re an angel.”
He closes the nail polish and jokes, “Spank me all you want, baby.”
On impulse, I smack his ass when he stands. He squeezes in his cheeks dramatically and makes anOohsound. It sounds like a moan as he trots away, and my head falls on the only pillow on the bed as I laugh at him.
He says, “I charge extra if you’re doing the spanking.”
I roll in his direction and ask, “Are you into spanking?” I keep a serious face because I’m curious.
“Pfft. No. Definitely not into that.”
I smile. “Oh my God. Have you spanked someone before?”
He looks over his shoulder at me. “I’m going to for the first time…tonight.”
“You arenot–”
“That’s two spanks now if you keep this up.” He twitches his hand. “I’m just kidding, Amby. You shouldn’t take me so seriously. Does it look like I’m a spanker?”
“I don’t know. Make a mad face,” I say, automatically making one.
He scowls, and I start to break my expression because I don’t think I’ve ever seen his features so intense. I can’t help but laugh. But he might be ripping his cut open.
He says, “What? Is it good?” He walks to the mirror on the wall and looks at himself. “Come here.”
I get up from the bed and walk over.
“Show me yours,” he says, but I can’t do it. It feels so stupid. “Come on.”
“Fine.” I scowl at him.
He stands awfully close to my back. “You see this face,” he says, gently touching my chin with his arms wrapped around my shoulders. “This is the face of a spanker.” He smiles, releasing me. “Not this one.”
I turn around and look up at him, giving him my best death glare.
