Page 37 of The Very Naughty List

Holy shit.

“If you wanted to touch my dick, shortcake, you could’ve just asked.” Sebastian’s voice is dripping with a husky sarcasm that makes me blush even in the dark.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.

“Sorry! Sorry!” I step back, quickly releasing my grip on his rapidly hardening cock.

Heat flames in my cheeks, and I crouch down, scrambling to find my towel and awkwardly wrapping it around my damp body again. Then I straighten up, keeping one hand on the wall to steady myself.

“It’s okay.” Sebastian chuckles. My eyes have adjusted to the darkness enough by now that I can vaguely make out his features—enough to see the smirk curving his lips, anyway. “Could’ve happened to anyone. I was in the other shower when the power went out, and I was heading back to my room to get some clothes. I didn’t think to grab a towel. Didn’t realize how handsy our new roommate was.”

His smirk widens as he adds that last part, and I smack at his bare chest, ignoring the way my stomach does somersaults at the feel of his damp skin beneath my palm. “I’m not handsy, I just couldn’t see what I was reaching for!”

He chuckles. “If you say so. But that doesn’t explain the way you were groping me.”

“I wasn’t groping, I just… squeezed a little.”

“Potato, potahto.”

He cocks his head to one side, and I bite my lower lip. It’s a miracle that the flush of embarrassment rippling through me hasn’t dried my skin completely and burned the towel to a crisp in the process. I have no response to that, because I definitely did feel him up a bit.

“I was just surprised, that’s all,” I insist. “I didn’t know you were… uh… pierced.”

“Yup. Did it a couple years ago.”

“How many are there?”

His eyes glint in the darkness. “Wanna count for yourself?”

Oh god.Yes.

I know he’s probably just teasing though, and there’s no way I’m going to humiliate myself even more by grabbing his cock on purpose this time, so I don’t say that out loud. Instead, I let my gaze flick downward briefly before rising back up to his face.

“Did it hurt?” I whisper.

His chuckle rumbles in his chest. “Yeah. It hurt like a son of a bitch. Which you still owe me for, by the way.”

I blink. “Wait, what?”

“Well, I got them because of you.” I can practically hear his smile through the darkness.

My eyes widen, my jaw dropping open a little. For a moment, I have no idea what he means—and then it hits me.

“The dare,” I breathe.

Years ago, when we were still kids, I was hanging out with the Cooper triplets and my brother one night, and I dared Sebastian to get a piercing. He didn’t have any back then, and I remember teasing him about how he’d probably be a baby about the pain.

Guess I was wrong about that.

We dared each other to do stupid stuff like that all the time. His brothers and my brother never got quite as competitive about it as Sebastian and I did, but I remember dozens of dares being thrown down over the course of our childhood and teenage years. I didn’t think he’d ever actually follow through on that dare, though. In fact, I forgot all about it until now.

But clearly, he didn’t. He really did it. And he gotthatpierced, of all things. More than once.

The thought makes my face flush. I can’t get the image out of my head, no matter how much I try to think of anything else. The harder I try, the more vivid the image gets as my mind tries to piece together what I felt and figure out what it would look like.

“I—I can’t believe you actually did that,” I mutter, digging my fingers into the towel where I’m holding it clasped above my breasts.

He lifts one shoulder in a shrug. “You ought to know better than anyone that I never back down from a dare. Especially not from you, shortcake.”

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