Page 36 of Heat Clinic

Tom snorts. “I do not.”

My grin turns into a grimace as pressure blooms in my pelvis. “You can have all my blankets, babe. Always.”

When my pulse jumps in the veins of my throat, I know I’m close. Panting, I lean into the dull ache in my pelvis. In my balls. Everywhere. I drag in a deep breath.

And then Tom stops. He lets my painfully hard dick flop and turns in his seat to look out the window. “Is that the hotel? It looks nice.”

You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.

I stuff my erection into my pants, shoving it all the way down my right pantleg as the car turns into the hotel’s parking lot valet loop. “You did that on purpose.”

Tom raises his eyebrows and feigns surprise. “Are you saying that I watched the GPS navigation and timed your handjob so perfectly that there was no way you could finish before we arrived?” He says it so deadpan that for a moment, I doubt myself and feel like an ass. And then the left side of his mouth twitches. It’s his tell.

Oh, you’re in trouble, brat.

“You’re right.” I zip my pants up and ignore the wet stain growing on the wool fabric. The dry cleaners are going to have fun with that one. “Because that would be an insane thing for the mate I haven’t seen or fucked in over a week to do. His ass would really get torn up for that one.” I take over the wheel and put the car into park and undo my seatbelt.

Tom grabs his bouquet and gets out of the car before me, but leans back in and says, “By the way, I prepped at the airport. Their first-class lounge has nice private bathrooms. You’re welcome.” He shuts the car door, nods at the valet, and wanders into the hotel.

I get out and hand my key fob to the uniformed attendant. “Have someone bring our bags up. Room three hundred and seven. On second thought… have the lobby hold them. I’ll fetch them later.”

I have a brat to punish.

After slipping the valet a folded tip, I go hunting for my naughty mate. I find him at the concierge desk, leaning casually on one arm as he speaks with her. She’s entranced, her cheeks pink as all young women seem to get around him when they hear his British accent. As I stalk up to him, he gives me a cheeky grin.

“Ah, there he is. My mate.” He leans into my embrace and slaps me on the chest. “I would appreciate it very much if you could send a bottle of champagne to our room. We’re celebrating. This is a very special night for us.”

My annoyance settles, and warmth pools in my belly. I tug him harder against me and nod to her.

“He’s just gotten out of prison,” Tom lies.

The concierge’s smile turns plastic, her eyes rimmed with white. I growl softly under my breath in a warning he seems keen to ignore.

“Mafia,” Tom stage-whispers.

“Excuse us.” I gather up his long brown hair and wrap my fist in it and pull him back from the desk.

“Oh, someone’s eager to get the celebrations going. No conjugal visits in the big house, I’m afraid. That’s more of a Hollywood thing, apparently. You must be positively ready to burst, darling.”

“Ignore him. He didn’t take his medicine today.”His anti-brat pills.Five minutes off the airplane and he’s already giving me shit.

I drag my brat by his hair to the bank of elevators, ignoring the way people stop and stare. It’s like they’re afraid I’ve lost it and I’m about to go on a rampage. It’s rare, but it happens.

Tom waves to them and chatters idly, as if being dragged into an elevator by your hair is a normal, everyday occurrence for most. The people who get out do a double-take, and nobody gets on with us. The door closes, and I select our floor. If I tug on his hair a little more than is necessary as I twist to reach it, neither of us mentions it.

“Oh!” he exclaims as the elevator rises. “We forgot to tell her the room number for the champagne.”

“You won’t be able to drink it anyway, with my gag in your mouth.”

“You brought it?” he asks, his voice excited.

I lean in and press my lips to his ear and let my voice drop even deeper. “You think I didn’t stop by a shop before I got you those flowers?”

His lips curl in a Cheshire grin. “You always buy me the nicest presents, darling. You must truly love me.”

I suppress my smile. “Sucking up won’t save you from that spanking you just earned. You won’t be able to sit after I get done with you.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

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