He cracked an eye open at her. “Really? Fifteen?”
“Now it’s twenty,” she told him, her expression going from playful to stern and her tone matching. “Keep arguing with me, I’ll have your balls so blue you won’t be able to walk for a week. Twenty times, and I want a photo each time you stop. They better be waiting for me when I wake up.”
Reese got off the couch to go to her. “Anything you want.”
“Uh-huh.” She tipped her face to his for a kiss. Her hands snaked around to grab his ass, pulling him against her. “Sleep tight.”
“I’d sleep better if you were with me,” he said, risking the addition of another set of edges. As far as punishments went, it was worth taking the chance at changing her mind.
Corinne shook her head. “I can’t. I have to get the kids up in the morning, and I do have work to do tomorrow. Unless you plan on running me ragged with a bunch of bullshit reports.”
He winced. “No.”
“You sure?” She gave him a steady look. “You’re not going to turn arrogant on me again? Maybe you got more of a taste for it than you’ll admit.”
“Maybe I was just an ass,” Reese said.
She kissed him again. “Yeah. Maybe that. Goodnight, puppy. I’ll see you in the morning.”
He walked her to her car, making sure she’d pulled all the way down the driveway before he went back in the house. His dick hadn’t softened much—and in moments it was brick-hard again as he stroked, getting closer and closer to the edge.
He stopped, thinking of her. Fumbled with his phone. Took a picture. Texted it.
Good boy, came the reply, and he almost came right there.
Nineteen edges to go, he thought. It was going to be a long, long night.
Chapter Twenty-Six
“Here. I figured you’d need this.” Corinne offered the mug of hot coffee to a sleepy-eyed Reese as she entered his office. She slid it across the desk, but kept out of kissing distance. As sexy as fucking in the office was, she was not going to succumb to the temptation. She’d woken to a series of increasingly hotter pics this morning, each photo sending another sizzle of arousal through her that still lingered, though she wasn’t going to show it. “How was your night?”
“Long. Hard.”
She laughed. “Uh-huh.”
Reese leaned back in his chair. “C’mere, let me show you how long and hard.”
“I already saw it.” She sipped from her own mug, savoring the sweetness.
He drank some of his with a sigh of pleasure. “Thanks. I did need this.”
“Of course. I know. I’m going to get back to my office, but if you want to grab lunch?”
Reese frowned. “Tony’s on his way, babe, I’m sorry. I need to catch up with him on some things. And I have a meeting with the realtor who’s going to take over the listing of my parents’ house.”
Corinne paused. “You’re selling it?”
“Yeah. I mean, it’s not in the best shape; it’s going to need some work before someone’s going to take it off my hands. I might just dump it though. I’m not sure I want to bother with a lot of work on it.”
“Right.” She kept her voice light, not wanting to make a big deal out of things. Of course he didn’t want to live in the old farmhouse. A man with his kind of money and houses all over the place would find the old farmhouse beneath him.
“I can change my plans,” Reese said.
She shook her head. “No, you don’t have to. You do what you need to do.”
“Dinner tonight?”
“Can’t. I have stuff with the kids.” She hesitated. “You could come over to my place for dinner, if you want.”
Reese looked surprised. “Yeah? You want me to?”
“My sister kind of already outed me. Us. So…yeah. I think it would be good for you to meet the kids without it being a huge deal. I’m making meatloaf and baked potatoes. Nothing special.”
“My favorite,” Reese said.
She laughed. “We’ll eat about six thirty, after trumpet lessons.”
“I’ll be there.”
She wanted to kiss him, then, but didn’t. “I’ll let you get back to work.”
“Corinne…” His voice stopped her at the door, and when she turned, he was there, one hand moving past her shoulder to keep it closed.
Instant heat.
“Yes?”
He took her hand and pressed it to his crotch, his cock hard beneath. “I want to come for you.”
“No,” she said in a low voice, rasping and rough. “Not yet. I want you to suffer a little for me, first.”
She didn’t pull her hand away, though he was moving it up and down on the hard bulge. She held her coffee out to the side, so it wouldn’t spill. When he tried to kiss her, she turned her face.
“Later,” she told him.
Reese chuckled and stepped back, adjusting himself with a wince. “I forgot.”
“Forgot what?”