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Ha. No. Not happening.
Okay, maybe just my guitar. I always kept one with me in case inspiration struck. And because playing was my form of therapy.
Without further thought, I grabbed my guitar case and hauled it into his room. I placed it on the chair opposite the sofa. Hopefully, he wouldn’t make a big deal of it. I mean, given that we weren’t nearly done with each other, chances are I’d be staying here tonight. It just made sense to keep my baby close to me.
Thankfully, Dawson was still in the bathroom. I could hear something buzzing.
I walked down the hallway and peered around the door. Dawson was standing in front of the sink, with a white towel around his hips and an electric razor in hand. He gave me a smile when he spotted me.
“Please tell me you’re not shaving that off,” I teased.
“Just trimming.”
“Good.”
“Any other demands?” he quipped as he looked at me in the mirror.
“Next time, you better eat my ass out like you promised.”
The trimmer fell out of his hand and crashed into the sink. “Fuck, Iain! Save that talk for later.”
“Why? I want you to eat me out, and you want to eat me. And I want to feel that beard on my ass. Fuck, you can rub it all over my body.”
Dawson closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Please stop talking. I’m trying not to get another hard-on.”
“Why?”
“Because you have a show tonight, and I don’t want to be the reason you collapse on stage.”
“You can die from too much sex? That’s a real thing?” I asked with a smirk.
“Out,” he ordered.
“But I like to watch.”
Dawson let out a deep groan. “Iain.”
I shivered despite the warmth of the room and my sweater. “Do you know how sexy it is when you say my name like that? Like I’m driving you out of your mind?”
“That’s because you do.” He shook his head and picked up the trimmer. “Out. Before I swat your ass so hard, you’ll be squirming on stage all night.”
Instead of responding, I turned around and bent over.
“You just have to be a fucking brat, don’t you?”
I wiggled my butt and chuckled.
Until Dawson made good on his threat.
The slap of his firm hand hitting my denim-covered ass was loud, and the sting had my dick jerking hard. Fuck, I wasn’t into that kind of thing, but with Dawson, it turned me on.
“I liked that way too much,” I admitted. “More.”
Dawson laughed softly and pulled me against his body.
He nuzzled his face in my neck and slid his arms around my waist, pulling me in tight.
“Our breakfast should be here any minute,” he chuckled. “Let me get changed.”
