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“Hey, no more of that. I have homework. No distractions.” He was too tempting with his devilish grin and wandering fingers.

“Well, I have some sexy photos to edit.” One hand came down to smack my ass teasingly. “So no tempting me.”

Unable to resist a challenge, I let my ass grind over his cock and decided not to hurry off the bed. “I’m not doing anything.”

He looked at me like I was a naughty kid he was trying to get to behave. “You’re naked and waving that half-hard dick at me again.”

And it was rapidly going from half-mast to full steam ahead. “That’s all your fault.”

That earned me another toe-curling spank, that time on my other cheek, before Roman shook his head. “Nope. It’s just you being naughty. I knew you were going to need a spanking.”

Just the idea of a full-out spanking over his lap made my toes curl and my cock jerk. “Stop saying things like that. I really do have stuff to do.”

Heat sprang to life in Roman’s eyes, and I could see the wicked thoughts running through his head. His sexy voice made me want to throw myself at him. “I wonder if you could concentrate with a nice red bottom and a toy keeping your cock hard and ready for me to play with.”

It was going to be a long night.

Chapter 15

Roman

Being a gentleman was going to kill me. Well, showing Eli that I wanted more than just sex with him was going to kill me. Almost a week had passed since we’d started talking instead of screaming. After the initial incredible sex, I’d wanted to make sure Eli understood that while I wasn’t sure where we were going, he wasn’t just a booty call or someone I wanted to scene with occasionally.

Eli was worth more than that.

As we’d talked through the week, I was finally able to see why people thought he was so funny and why they constantly said he needed a spanking.

And it wasn’t just because of the sass and drama.

Eli took on entirely too much. If there was a project or something that needed to be done, he would volunteer. He not only did the modeling and blogging for Leashes and Lace, but he had endless reports to review and clothing lines to look at.

When I added in the countless hours he spent looking over the other models’ blogs and talking to customers, that would have been more than a full-time job, but his day didn’t stop there. He also picked out charities to work with and was working on getting his master’s degree.

He definitely made me conscious of how much time and effort I put into my new business, but I also realized that he needed a better way to relax and let go of everything. He talked about going out with friends, but that was always mixed in with staying up crazy hours to get everything done, and the stress never seemed to fade.

We were going to take care of some of that stress once dinner was over. I still wasn’t sure how I’d been talked into going to dinner with Reece and Houston. When Eli had brought it up, I’d realized it was his way of bringing me into his life, but I still wasn't sure it was a good idea.

Reece had seen us both at our worst, and I wasn’t sure if he was the kind of guy who could move past that. We hadn’t interacted enough when I’d been working at Leashes and Lace to know much about him. And I’d never met Reece’s roommate turned boyfriend and Dom.

Yup, if they couldn’t move past our previous behavior it was going to be a long night.

As I drove over to meet Eli at Reece’s apartment, I kept telling myself that they had to have realized it wasn’t just my fault. Yes, I played a big part in the crazy, but Eli wasn’t blameless. Not that I was trying to make myself feel better about what had happened, but the constant reminder that they knew he was a drama queen made the stress easier to deal with.

The last week had taken a crazy turn when I wasn’t worried about Eli’s reactions any longer.

Pulling into the guest parking spot right on time, I reached for my phone to text Eli, but I jumped, nearly dropping it, when there was a knock on the window. Rolling it down, frowning at a grinning Eli, I shook my head. “Trying to give me a heart attack?”

Eli grinned, thoroughly pleased with himself. “Yes, so I can get the money from the life insurance policy I took out on you the other day.”

I gave him a playful frown. “There you go talking all married and serious again. I don’t know what I’m going to do with you. You’re rushing me, Brat.”

“Hey.” Eli’s eyes widened.

Trying not to laugh while I rolled the window up and turned off the car, I was enjoying Eli’s frustration. As I opened the door, I stood up and gave him a quick kiss. “I hope you haven’t been out here long.” Then just to make him nuts, I kept pushing. “I wouldn’t want the little woman to wait for me.”

Eli scoffed. “You know full well what’s under these panties.”

Pulling him close, I pressed his body against me, letting his cock rub against mine. “But you keep talking about us getting married. That makes you the little woman here. Sexy dick or not.”