Page 62 of The Best Bad Decision

I managed not to laugh but the whole scene was so perfectly Casimir it was funny.

“I’m glad I could help make the weekend enjoyable.” My cheeky response got a snicker from him but he was still boneless and cuddly. “But I thought I’d have to show you what I had on under these before you’d enjoy it this much.”

Ha.

That had him going still and I could almost hear the wheels in his head spinning faster. “If you’re fucking with me, you won’t like what I’ll do to you.”

I wasn’t so sure about that, but luckily for both of us, I could shake my head. “Not fucking with you.”

I couldn’t say I’d done it deliberately, but I didn’t think I had to confess that part.

Clenching around me again, Casimir moaned. “What did you do, baby?”

Chuckling, I shrugged. “Oh, not much…I just thought you might enjoy my clothing choices.”

His frustrated groan had me doing my best to shift back to a straight face but it was hard because he was sexy as he straightened and grumbled. “Making me curious is a dangerous thing, baby.”

Oh, there was no arguing with that but I usually ended up thoroughly enjoying it.

“I just thought you’d want to know.” I wasn’t doing too bad teasing him based on his grumbling and the way he slithered down my body to crouch between my legs. “You told me how much you liked these shorts, so I thought this might make it better.”

Okay, eventually I realized it would make it better.

Casimir’s gaze heated as his focus dropped to the front of the ugly shorts he loved so much. “Your erection should be more prominent.”

Yep.

I tried to look neutral and slightly confused, but I wasn’t sure it worked. “I didn’t want to get arrested.”

So logical me had fixed that potential issue without putting much thought into it.

His moan said he’d finally realized what I’d done. “Oh…you’re pushing my limits, baby.”

Before I could decide how to respond to that curious threat, he pulled down the front of my shorts and moaned as a shot of pleasure seemed to fire through him. “Fuck. Baby.”

He liked my jock.

The way his fingers slowly stroked around the waistband sent a shiver through me and had my dick trying to break out of its confines, but I had a feeling that just made it even better for him. There was just something wicked about his appreciation and it sent butterflies through me.

Admittedly there was a voice in the back of my head that pointed out I didn’t know what to do next and I was going to fuck things up, but a louder voice that sounded suspiciously like Casimir snorted and said it wasn’t up to me. Casimir was in charge and the only thing I had to do to make him happy was to follow instructions and submit.

“Stand up, baby.” Sitting back on his heels, he nodded as I rose slowly in the tiny space he’d left for me. “Good boy.”

I’d never thought of myself as a boy even when I probably was a boy, but the way he said it changed the word.

I was Casimir’s boy and that was completely different.

The moan he let out as he tugged my shorts down went right to my head and made the room spin. But Casimir was there to steady me with his hands right on my cheeks. Yep. He was just steadying me. “Oh, baby.”

Squeezing my ass, he moaned again and leaned in to nibble right over my erection as I tried to remember to breathe. “Step out of the shorts and turn around, wicked boy.”

Wicked.

Only for him.

Head still swimming, I managed to stay upright as I obeyed him, but as soon as I turned, it only took a nudge to have me bending over for him with my hands braced on the back of the couch. Before I could decide how I felt, his teeth chased every thought out of my head.

Good.