Page 63 of Mr. Devereaux


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“That you shouldn't be here?”

I snort. “Then why did you bring me here? I was fine at my place.” Grumpy pants.

“You know why. We’re not going to go over it again.” He seems tired. “I’m going to retire for the night.”

I feel disappointment wash over me that he doesn’t want to continue what he started in the car. I know how turned on he was, and my ass is still sore.

“I’ll need that antiseptic,” I remind him.

His eyes darken. “I’ll do it for you.”

“Alistair, I’m quite capable of…”

He storms past me as I trail off, returning a few moments later with the cream in his hand.

I need a shower, that much is certain. “I’m going to shower first. If you put it on now, it’ll just wash off.”

“So go shower.”

I stare at him for a moment before I unzip my weekender and pull out my pyjamas. I brought my favourite teddy bear flannels — something I’m sure he won’t appreciate.

He stares down at them in disbelief. “That’s what you wear to bed?”

“Uh, yeah. They’re warm and comfy.”

His frown deepens.

I huff. “Not all of us can afford silks and satins, and it’s overrated anyway.”

His eyes meet mine again. “Have you ever slept in silk or satin before?”

“Uh…”

“Exactly.”

I clear my throat. “What do you sleep in?” I know fine well after spying on him the other morning; his bare arse on display as I took a moment too long to admire it.

“I sleep naked, Charlize.”

“You never get cold?”

“My house has central heating, so no.”

The heating at our place wasn’t always on this past winter — we couldn’t afford it, but I keep that little detail to myself.

I wave my pjs at him. “Okay, I’ll be back.”

“I’ll go fix a drink and I’ll come back to apply the cream.”

“If you really think it’s necessary.”

“I do.”

“Is it a Dom/Sub thing? The aftercare?”

“Yes. I don’t want to leave you sore and uncomfortable.”

“If that’s true, why did you spank me so much?”

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