He shivered under my touch, nuzzlingagainst my chest. Someone was cuddly when they weren’t quite awake. “Thank you,Sir.”
Since what he seemed to crave most was mytouch and the confirmation that nothing had changed between us, I brought myhands up to his face and inched back. “Lie down.”
A low moan escaped as he nodded andstretched out on the bed obediently. Trailing my fingers over his torso, Iteased the faint hairs at the top of his chest. “Hands behind your head, spreadyour arms out.”
When he was tantalizingly displayed for me,I nodded and pinched one nipple. “Good boy.”
His body jerked as the pain flashed throughhim and the tented sheet shifted, making it even more clear he wasn’t wearinganything under the fabric. “What are you going to work on this morning?”
It wasn’t the question he was expecting, soI could almost see his brain scrambling to change gears. “I…I have to work on aromance that’s almost done. I need to finish the last sex scene before I wrapit all up. I should’ve worked on it last night, but I got distracted.”
He’d been productive, so I probablyshouldn’t fuss at him. I was there to keep him on track this morning. Trailingmy fingers slowly down his chest and stomach, I teased his skin right at theedge of the sheet. “Is it a slow, romantic love scene or is it hot and sexy?”
With his books it could be both, but someof his love scenes went beyond hot into explosive.
He made a needy sound that gave it away.“Hot.”
I pinched the edge of the sheet and slowlystarted easing it down his legs. “I think the best way to help you stayproductive today is to make sure you’re…in the right mood to write the scene.”
Desire rolled off him in waves, but I couldsee questions in his eyes. His body liked the idea of being tortured withpleasure, but he was smart enough to wonder what I was going to do. I likedsmart men. They turned into a puddle of need and passion when you finallymanaged to blow their minds.
He swallowed several times before he spoke.“Thank you, Sir. I appreciate your help.”
As the sheet finally puddled on his thighs,baring his erection, I could see precum making the tip shiny and deliciouslylickable. Tracing a finger along his cock and over the tip, I smiled as heshook and arched up into my touch. “Naughty boy.”
He made a frustrated sound as he pressedhis hips down into the bed. “I’m sorry, Sir. It’s just…you’re…”
It was just that I was teasing him andplaying with his dick before he’d even gotten out of bed. And his brain wasstill fuzzy and filled with whatever naughty dreams had made him this hard.“I’m just trying to help my boy…my sexy boss who needs to get work done.”
He gave a frustrated groan, nodding. “Thankyou.”
Chuckling, I swirled my finger through theprecum and brought it to his lips, tracing over them almost like it waslipstick. “We’re going to keep you nice and hard this morning so you have allthe juice you need to write that passionate scene.”
His eyes widened as he licked his lips,flicking his tongue out to caress my finger before I pulled away. “I don’tthink that will be a problem, Sir.”
“Very good.” Still teasing his cock, Ijerked my head toward the bathroom. “You’re going to get a quick shower andthen put on your sweats. I’m going to get coffee and a few things ready foryou, then I’ll let you start to write.”
He bit back another moan as he gave me aquestioning look…he knew there was abutcoming…
“And if you’re good and get your words inthis morning, I might let you come before I leave today.” Sliding my hand down,I gripped the base of his dick tightly. “But if you’re not focused and youdon’t get your words in, I’m not sure you’ll deserve a reward.”
He let out a ragged breath, nodding. “Iunderstand. I have to earn my reward.”
“That’s right.” I loosened my hold andstarted the gentle caresses again. “Now, I expect you to get clean and to keepthis nice and hard, but do not play with your dick. Your imagination should begood enough to keep you ready for me.”
Dakota’s breathing was fast and I couldfeel the tension in his body, but he nodded eagerly. “Yes, Sir. I won’t playwith it, Sir.”
“Good boy.” I went down to just one fingerswirling around the head of his erection. “If I think you’re dawdling just toplay with yourself, I’m going to have to lock this up until I’m ready to letyou come. So if you want an orgasm later, I expect you to be good.”
“I will.” He made a quiet, desperate soundas I traced over his slit. “I’ll get clean but won’t play with myself.”
“And you’ll still be nice and hard for me?”I pressed just hard enough on his slit to make him moan and his arms jerkedlike he was fighting the urge to move them.
“Yes, I can guarantee I’ll be hard foryou.”
I couldn’t help smiling. I had a feelingthose were going to be famous last words for my sexy writer.
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