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Cohen groaned, hugging me tight and then giving my ass a light tap that made me gasp. “I’m going to have to, and I’m going to need to be very thorough when I explain everything that happened.”
Very thorough?
That sent a shiver through me that I couldn’t hide from Cohen. He just made a low hum and stroked his hand over my ass where he’d spanked me. “Your Daddy is going to want to know why I had to put you over my lap. He also needs to know how hard I’m going to spank you and how you react, and of course, if you come as you wiggle on my lap.”
Cohen was a wicked, wicked Dom.
I might be in love.
Sucking in a breath, I nodded against him. “He likes knowing things…and I’m important.”
And Daddy was wicked too.
Cohen chuckled, then hugged me tight and kissed my head again. “You’re right, cutie. You’re very important to both of us and I’m going to help you remember that.”
That almost sounded like a spanking where I wouldn’t get to come, and I vowed not to tempt fate by being naughty.
I needed to come.
I’d been thinking about how he’d tasted and how they’d both been teasing me as I’d sucked him this morning and it’d made me hard all day.
Yep, it was definitely a need.
“I’ll be very good and I’ll remember very hard, Sir.” Kissing his neck again as he relaxed his hold on me, I stood straight and tried to project good boy qualities.
Fingers crossed I was going to get a spanking and come and make Sir and Daddy both very happy.
“I know you’re going to try.” Cohen’s response had a shiver going through me.
Did that mean it was going to be hard?
Difficult…difficult…we both knew it was going to be hard.
Was he just making me crazy?
Did he think I couldn’t do it?
“I’ll be good.” That was all I had, but it seemed to be enough for the time being because Cohen nodded and kissed my forehead before finally moving us inside.
It was good because, well, privacy and it meant it was going to start…but it was nerve-racking because privacy and it meant it was going to start.
I was going to get a spanking from Cohen.
All kinds of random thoughts ran through my head as he took us up to his bedroom. Somehow that made it even more erotic than if he’d just done it on the couch. Did he know that? Did he know that just walking through the house in silence was making my knees wobbly and my dick even harder?
The hint of a smirk as he made me walk upstairs first said he probably did.
Oh, Cohen was looking at my ass.
He moaned looking at my ass.
It was barely audible, but he liked my ass.
He was probably thinking about how pretty it was going to look when he spanked it.
That had to mean I was going to get to come, right?
Chapter 6
Cohen
It really wasn’t the point to tell him how edible his ass looked in the clingy workout shorts he’d worn to the gym, but I was definitely going to point it out to Bishop when I was recounting the events later.
Just to make sure I was being completely honest and transparent, of course.
Every eye in the gym had been on Ian and his sexy body any time he’d bent over or done a squat. I couldn’t remember the last time going to the gym had been so much fun, but we were definitely going to fit it into the schedule on a more regular basis.
Thankfully, we reached the top of the stairs before I did something to distract us.
“Sir?” Ian shivered as something sexy flashed through his mind. “Should…should I get a shower first?”
“No, cutie.” I didn’t even have to think about that as I crowded closer to him. “I’d just be getting you dirtier again.”
And he smelled addictingly good like this.
Some guys smelled of funk and questionable things when they worked out, like the guy who’d been grunting next to us at the free weights, but Ian just made me want to lick him all over. I was pretty sure he was having the same thoughts based on the way he nuzzled against me and kept taking long, deep breaths.
When Bishop came back, one of the first things I was going to have him do was go to the gym so I could see how Ian reacted to all those sweaty, bulging muscles. I didn’t think either of them would argue with me, but I was pretty sure Ian would blush right up until he got to worship his Daddy.
I was going to have to remember that point as well, though.
I’d always associated being nervous about something as a cautionary feeling that indicated people should go slowly, but that was not the message I was supposed to be getting from Ian.
