Anson was trying not to laugh as he shrugged. “But if you get it wrong, you have to wait until I’m ready to let you come.”
Oh dear.
“That’s…” Naughty. Definitely naughty. “But I like coming fast.”
Because then he’d try to make me come again.
Anson was kind of competitive in fun ways.
“Then make a good guess.” He was still trying to look nonchalant about the whole thing but he wanted to giggle. “Would it make it easier to guess if I said I’d bring Jasper in to keep me company while I spanked you?”
Oh.
I.
That.
No. I couldn’t let him distract me.
“Conner, he’s being naughty and turning my brain off. Help.” Taking a deep breath while Anson groaned and Conner laughed, I looked around the room.
I could do this.
I knew Mr. Jasper.
Kind of.
I just hadn’t actually seen him.
But I’d heard his voice and it was a big voice.
It was also a nice voice and he was careful with me.
So he’d be a big guy who was probably sitting by himself and he wouldn’t be frowning. He’d be the type to make sure he looked nice. Approachable. Yes, he’d be approachable.
Maybe not smiling because Anson had probably told him to be sneaky too.
Hmm.
He wasn’t the tall, thin man who was watching us. He seemed too curious and it didn’t feel like I knew him.
He wasn’t the short man who was wiggling. Jasper wasn’t a wiggler and he didn’t seem like he’d look that nervous.
He was single, so not the two men cuddling while they tried to pretend they weren’t looking at us…or maybe looking at Conner?
It was hard to tell.
Okay, what did I know about Mr. Jasper?
“He’s big and nice and he’s not as sneaky as you.” That made Conner start laughing again and Anson huffed, pouting.
Found him.
“The man who laughed. He smiled. I found him.”
Ha.
I was getting spanked and I was going to get to come anytime I wanted.
