“Why aren’t you sleeping?” Baz asked me as if he could hear my thoughts.
“My stomach is acting up,” I lied.
“Yeah, because you poisoned us with those cupcakes.”
I jabbed him in the ribs. Viciously.
“Ow,” he said, chuckling.
“It’s called sexual frustration, Baz. Look…” I propped myself on my elbow to look at him. “How about I pay you?”
“For what?”
“For a kiss.”
He grinned. “Is that all you want? A kiss?”
“I’m done playing your games, okay?” I groaned out, suppressing the need to hit him.
“You’re the one playing games, Luz.”
God, talking to him was exhausting sometimes.
“If you were gay, do you think you would be bottom or top?” I asked him, already knowing the answer, but it was my intro to dirty talk.
He cocked his eyebrows. “What do you think?”
“I think you would be the one fucking me. Am I right?”
He gave me a crooked smile. “Yeah, I would be the one fucking you, Luz.”
“Does this kind of talk make you hard?” I asked him, gnawing at my lip.
I didn’t dare look at his crotch and find out. I just wanted to provoke him so he would do something.Anything. Then his phone rang, and I whined in frustration, burying my face in his chest. I could feel his fingers running through my hair as he spoke to whoever had called him, but it was only a small comfort. It felt nice, though. He was touching me, and I didn’t even have to beg.
“I have to go,” he said after hanging up. “Get off me.”
I untangled myself from him reluctantly.
“What happened?”
“Work.”
“Wait,” I said, jumping out of bed. “Let me pack you some cupcakes. I bought Tupperware.”
He was at the front door when I caught up with him, breathless.
“There you go,” I said, handing him the food container. “Call me.”
He smiled and pinched my cheek. “Thank you, kitten.”
“You’re welcome.”
He winked at me, and then he was gone. And I went to jerk off because… fuck him and his rules. I was officially through with them. It was time to bring out the big guns.
Chapter 9
And it Was Supposed to be a Normal Day
