Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Yeah, I’d thought he was doing something fishy but he just ended up being borderline agoraphobic. After some therapy, he’d stopped walking in on me so much and he hadn’t been a bad roommate.
“Okay, good point. I have taught them to associate me with dessert and I take a break at the same time every afternoon.” Ugh. I’d screwed myself over. “This is ridiculous, though. They’ve found a new way to be distracting.”
He managed not to laugh but it looked painful. “Still having fun ogling your contractors?”
“Yes, and the grumpy one keeps giving me orders.” He was really sexy when he glared at me too. “It’s starting to become suspicious. He does this eyebrow thing and it’s all I can do to keep from grabbing my dick.”
And Leander lost his battle with his terrible sense of humor.
But at least I could say that I’d remembered my manners and hadn’t done anything inappropriate with my contractors…I just hoped my Secret Santa would remember that when he was thinking about buying me my next present.
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The house was quiet.
It wasn’t too light outside.
I couldn’t even hear trucks in the driveway.
Hoping that I was right about how early it was since I wasn’t sure where my phone had wandered off to, I shoved the front of my pajamas down and fished my hard dick out of my truck undies. “You shouldn’t have woken me up before I finished my dream.”
My dick was a dick.
Closing my eyes as I wrapped my hand around my erection, I sighed and tried to chase the dream I’d lost when I’d woken up. My sexy contractor had been glaring at me and fussing at me for being naughty. I had no idea what I’d done but he’d been wonderfully frustrated with me and then he’d said the magic words.
You need a spanking.
Magic.
I remembered the thrill rushing through me even in the dream and then everything had shifted so I was bent over his lap. My bottom was naked and he sounded gruff and very Daddy when he’d been rubbing my cheeks and grumbling about how I needed to learn my lesson.
I loved lessons.
They were almost as good as presents and dream me had been so excited…and so hard.
And that had woken me up.
Real me and dream me had been hard and my real brain had decided that it needed to wake me up so I knew that too.
My real brain was just as big of a dick as my dick had been.
But I could fix that.
Squeezing my dick, I imagined it stuck between Gruff Daddy’s thighs as he squeezed it tight. He’d rub my bottom and pretend to be frustrated with me. He’d say I’d been naughty but he’d help me be a good boy.
Don’t worry. Daddy is going to make it all better.
His hand would come down and—
For fuck’s sake.
“Don’t be loud. He might still be asleep.” Gruff Guy’s voice should’ve made me even harder but it just made me frustrated. “His sense of time is weird.”
I was going to die of blue balls.
I’d always thought that was impossible and something asshole teenage boys made up, but I was starting to second-guess that.
“I might owe Harold an apology.” I’d told him he was crazy when he tried to get me to jerk him off in high school. “A very heartfelt apology.”
After I’d come.
Somehow.
Looking down at my erection, who couldn’t seem to decide what we were doing, I frowned. “It might be bad manners. I mean, doing it while it was just related to a dream was one thing. But he’s in the house.”
I really shouldn’t have given them permission to just walk in, but that’d been a much better plan than having to always go down and unlock the door at an ungodly hour.
When I thought I heard someone say coffee, I decided letting them walk in hadn’t been a bad idea after all.
Jerking off wouldn’t have been a bad idea either but then one of them said donuts.
At least, I was pretty sure it was donuts.
Was that coffee?
Had they found where I’d left the coffee maker?
Someone needed to just shoot me and put me out of my misery.
“We’re going to come back to this later. Promise.” Looking at my box of toys, I nodded to myself. “Yes, we’ll have a nice afternoon break and we’ll have bad manners then.”
No matter what, I’d find time to have bad manners with my favorite dildo and then we’d take a nap because they had a crazy work schedule.
Who started to function at nine in the morning?
My Secret Santa Daddy, evidently.
Ugh.
I was going to end up falling for a guy who was going to torture me forever.
“You’re smarter than this.”
Maybe, but if he bought me toys and donuts, I might learn to become a masochist.
Chapter 4
Enzo
He had on frowny face pajamas that were currently bulging in an interesting location and he looked frustrated.