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That seemed to be his way of saying yes without having to actually agree with Master Tate, and it got a sexy frown from Tate. “Would you like to rephrase your answer to something more honest?”

Somehow, Joel thought it was a brilliant idea to shake his head. “No.”

At some point, his need to always do his own thing would give me an ulcer…now it just made me hard.

Chapter 8

Tate

The sexy little troublemaker was definitely doing his best to push Dean’s buttons. He was working hard to fuck with Dean and keep him on edge, even giving me wide eyes as he seemed to wiggle again. “Thinking about your kisses and feeling how hard Master Dean is under me is making me need to move. I’m sorry.”

No.

He was not.

He was, however, sexy as fuck.

And incredibly devious because I’d have bet anything that Dean got even harder with the Master title applied to his name.

“Hmm, I can understand that.” Mostly because I was up for anything that made Dean more confident about what I knew he wanted. “But you need to remember your manners next time or there will have to be consequences.”

Whatever Joel’s ass did to Dean’s dick had him rolling his eyes.

Joel just pretended not to notice and smiled sweetly. “Yes, Master Tate.”

He was so adorably fuckable, but that wasn’t the plan just yet, so I pushed the images that’d flashed through my mind to the back of my head. “Good boy.”

Joel liked that too.

So did his ass.

It looked like Dean’s control was getting tested a bit too much, so I pushed away from the table and stood, letting them both see how hard I was. “Up, slut. Let’s work on getting everything put away and then we’ll discuss our other plans.”

He paused long enough to give Dean a cute cheek kiss before bouncing up. “Clean kitchen and then a dirty boy.”

Yep, it was a lot easier to understand how his romantic life had gotten so confusing now that I was seeing him in dating mode.

“That’s right.” I chuckled at Dean’s conflicted expression.

He was grateful to have the wiggly flirt off his lap, but he wanted the wiggly flirt back on his lap. Oh, the problems with being the one in charge. “Then a punished boy if he’s not careful.”

Joel was doing his best not to giggle and even kept his smile aimed away from Dean, but it was obvious how giddy he was. He liked fucking with Dean and getting a reaction out of our worried partner. My best guess was that it proved to Joel how important he was to Dean.

I was going to let it go for the time being, but I told myself that we’d have to talk if their relationship developed bad habits.

Kinky was one thing, fucked up was another.

“Yes, we’ll have to watch his behavior and make sure he’s a good boy.” The vague threat was just teasing enough that it sent another shiver through Joel and had him not-so-discreetly squeezing his erection.

Dean wasn’t sure what to say once he saw Joel’s hand and ended up shaking his head. “I’m not sure that will help.”

And Joel finally giggled.

“I don’t mind being watched.” He bounced past Dean to put a plate in the sink. “I thought I explained that already.”

Dean rolled his eyes and spanked the sexy tushy that wiggled past him without even thinking about it. “I’m not that easily distracted, slut.”

Joel nearly came.

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