Page 11 of Room One Hundred and Twenty Six: Denied

“That’s not true. I love having you around.”

She came over and sat next to me on the couch, legs folded, as she leaned against the arm of the couch. Her splint pushed her injured arm against her breasts. I took another sip from my cup, then licked my lips.

“You’re hot and cold with me, Caesar.” She finished her last bite and watched me.

“Just hot,” I mumbled into the cup before downing the last of my drink.

“What was that?” She leaned forward.

“You should go upstairs and sleep, Sam.”

“Why? I thought you wanted my company. Remember, you’re not hot and cold with me.”

“Just… hot.” And the flames flickering against her butter pecan skin only tempted me more.

“How hot, Caesar?” Her sultry voice was going to get her little ass in trouble if she kept it up.

“Third-degree burns, baby girl. I can’t have you going back to the doctor so soon.”

Sam giggled and bit the side of her lip. The little minx was nervous.

“Where’d you get your name from?” She blurted, to change the subject. Her eyes twinkled with mischief that she wasn’t sure if she wanted to jump all the way in or dip her toe. I enjoyed seeing her out of sorts. It meant I was getting to her.

“My best friend gave it to me, or as Tavi and I liked to say, our other brother. He knew I hated Augustus, my real name, so he deemed me Caesar. He also nicknamed Tavi. We are Augustus and Octavian. My mother has a thing for Roman history.”

“So, Gus wasn’t an option?” She covered her mouth to hide her silent laughter.

“It is if you want to be put over my knee and spanked.”

“You’re always threatening me.” She pouted.

“Only with a good time.” I held her eyes as she warred with her thoughts.

“Being spanked is a good time?”

“Judging from the heat in your cheeks and the slight ways you’re fidgeting, yes, it is. I wouldn’t doubt that you’re wet, too.”

“I’m not.” She seemed like she was trying to convince herself.

“Let’s find out if you’re lying or not.” I scooted over and dipped my hands through the opening of her folded legs. I pressed my fingers against her core, and the heat was enough to scorch. “Baby girl, I can feel how hot you are and if I,” I moved my fingers down to trace her lips to her opening. Her shorts were thin enough for me to feel the moisture soaking through. “... move here. I can feel just how wet you are.”

“Caesar,” She gasped as I pressed inside.

“Wet as fuck.” I concluded. “You should probably stop me if you don’t want me to show you what lying gets you.” I breathed against the column of her neck.

“Can I apologize and make it all better? Omit my answer from the docket?” She pleaded. I heard her voice quiver and felt the tremble as my lips grazed her skin.

“No, no, no. What’s done is done.” I moved my hand down to the leg of her shorts and went underneath. Getting straight to the point, I found her very aroused clit and massaged it. “You can start with an apology, and if you’re lucky, I’ll go easy on you tonight, especially since I’ve been drinking.”

“Caesar…” Her lusty moan made my name sound like her salvation. Was she ready for me to take her higher?

I pinched her sensitive bud between my fingers, making her gasp.

“It burns…” she warned.

I licked the side of her neck, starting at the alcove and moving upward to behind her ear. Her response was a deep moan that vibrated through her chest. Careful not to put pressure on her arm, I lifted myself to my knees to hover over her. Her head relaxed against the arm of the couch, and she arched into my hand. Adding more pressure to my fingers, she shivered.

“Caesar, it’s throbbing. What-what are you doing?” She licked her lips, and her hand pressed against my chest.

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