Roman chuckled. “I shouldn’t think that’s funny, but it’s not as bad as the call last week. At least a hooker didn’t show up on the porch after this call.”
“God…she’s insane.” I just couldn’t imagine what was going through her mind most days. “Thankfully, the lady was polite, just confused.”
A still-snickering Roman started pulling me over to the couch. “Come here. It’s going to get through to her, eventually. She hasn’t stopped calling or bugging you to visit, so she’s not trying to cut you out of her life.”
“That sounds even worse when you say it like that, Roman.” Curling up on his lap as he sat down, I sighed. “Is it bad that part of me wishes she’d stop calling?”
“No, but I think you’re making progress. She called you Eli this morning, Brat. She’s driving you crazy, but it’s getting better.” Roman was right, but sometimes I just wanted to scream at her, and with Elijah laid to rest, it was harder than ever to hold back.
His hands started rubbing over me and I could feel my stress melting away. “She did call me Eli, but she was almost screaming at me to read the article, so I’m not sure it counts.”
“Oh, it counts; most people want to scream at you at least once in a while.” Roman laughed as I elbowed him.
“Not funny.”
“Very funny and very true. What about Lane and dragging him down to the coffee shop?”
“It’s not like I made him get a tattoo. It’s just coffee, and he needs a push or he’ll end up watching the guy forever. He needs to get to know the guy or just move on. I can’t handle this living in limbo shit. It’s too stressful.” Watching Lane drag it out and not push forward was making me crazy.
Roman laughed and shook his head. “You’re not trying to date the guy, Brat.”
“That’s not the point. If I was trying to date him, it wouldn’t have taken this long to get to the point.” I’d have just put myself in front of him and seen what would happen. Lane wasn’t even flirting with the guy. Even if the tattoo guy was gay, figuring it out would be almost impossible from just watching him. It wasn’t like every gay guy wore heels and rainbow T-shirts.
Not that those shouldn’t be closet staples for everyone.
He just might not have any fashion sense. As far as I could tell, he owned a handful of T-shirts and either one pair of jeans or several of the same kind that he just wore every day. I’d go crazy with that kind of wardrobe, but to each their own.
“You’d have flashed him that wicked smile and then said something naughty if he so much as blinked at you in a curious way.” Roman knew me too well, and luckily it didn’t bother him at all.
“Yes.” Turning on his lap, I straddled his legs and gave him that wicked smile he was teasing me about. Grinding my hips, I felt his body start to harden. “I’d have caught his eye and flirted a bit to see if he was curious. Then if he was interested, I’d have waited until the shop was packed and then as I brushed past him, I’d have let my ass rub against his cock.”
Roman’s smile turned sexy and heated, and he reached around me to palm my ass in his hands. Giving it a squeeze, he nodded. “He’d have been hard, because you’d be wearing those low-riding jeans that let your panties peek out the top. I bet he’s never seen a man as sexy as you.”
Leaning in, I gave him a smacky kiss to his lips and grinned. “Because I’m one of a kind.”
His fingers skimmed down my crack and over my hole. “You are definitely one of a kind, and I bet an artist like that would love to see my sexy brat in action.”
“But I’myoursexy brat.” Roman’s hands tightened, and I almost purred, it was so good. Gripping his legs tighter with my thighs, I tilted my hips so my cock was rubbing against his as I writhed on his lap. “Your sexy brat who’s been naughty.”
Roman’s voice was filled with desire as he nodded then spoke, clearly willing to punish his brat. “Talking about flirting with other men…very naughty, my brat. I bet you even thought about bending over so he could see those panties stretch over your ass. I think I need to remind you who you belong too, Brat.”
One hand came down and smacked my ass, sending fireworks through me. Moaning, because it was too good to hide, I arched back into his touch. “I thought about wicked things, Roman. Do you want to hear all the naughty fantasies that went through my head?”
I wasn’t sure if the smack meant yes or no, but it didn’t really matter because I was getting exactly what I’d wanted since first thing that morning. Between work and school and everything else, our day had been packed, and all I wanted was Roman’s undivided attention.
“Oh, you need to be thoroughly punished, Brat. I think you’re going to have to rework that photo shoot tomorrow. Between what I’m going to do to you tonight and the reminder I’ve got in mind for tomorrow, you won’t be able to hide behind something skimpy unless you want everyone to know you were a naughty slut who got punished.”
That sounded perfect.
I wanted out of my head and for everything to just fade away. If I could carry that feeling with me to work, it would be even better. “Does that mean you don’t want to know what I did to the UPS guy?”
That earned me another delicious smack that had my cock leaking precum into my panties. A low moan broke out and Roman squeezed down on the still-sensitive skin. I wanted to moan and beg for him to go faster, but that wasn’t the game. “He wandered in again looking around, so I had to give him a show.”
Roman gave a low growl and pulled me tight against him. Grinding his cock into mine sent shivers through me, but when he shoved my clothes down, baring my ass, I wanted to melt into him. “You’re going to give that poor guy a heart attack one day. Another reason you need to be punished, Brat.”
Punished.
Brat.
