Page 66 of The Very Naughty List

SEBASTIAN

I havemy head buried beneath the hood of an old mustang when my phone starts to ping off the hook.

I wipe my hands off and go pick it up to see who is blowing up my text messages. It looks like there’s a text thread that’s been started between Hailey and my brothers. And based on her initial text, I can see why both Reid and Nick are blowing up the group chat.

HAILEY: I’ve added an item to my naughty bucket list.

NICK: Oh?

REID: Do tell…

I text back immediately.

ME: I’m listening.

HAILEY: I want to ride on a holiday float in a parade with all three of you.

REID: Uhh, what? Is that some kind of sex euphemism I don’t know about?

NICK: lol

Honestly, I’m surprised that Nick even knows how to register humor over text messages. Apparently, Reid’s comment hit him in just the right way. But I’m more curious about Hailey’srequest. A holiday parade doesn’t quite seem like the kind of thing that belongs on a kink-laden bucket list.

ME: You want us to ride on a parade float with you? That seems like a step down from all the things you were riding on last night. ;-) Are you sure you’re not just trying to trick us into doing you a favor?

Little bubbles appear right away, indicating that someone is typing. But instead of sending back an immediate answer, Hailey replies with a chain of emojis that’s so long it drops down into two lines of text.

HAILEY: Okay, maybe I am trying to get you to help me out. A Christmas parade isn’t exactly sexy. But if you do it, I’ll pay you back in sexual favors.

ME: Now you have my attention.

REID: Go on.

HAILEY: If you guys do this for me, then we can do number fifteen from my list.

NICK: Number fifteen?

REID: We don’t have the list committed to memory in numeric order, trouble. You’re going to have to refresh our memory.

I wait curiously to see which thing on her list is number fifteen, my imagination already running wild.

HAILEY: I’ll wear a vibrator that one of you controls.

Holy fuck. I have an instant visceral reaction to those words as soon as I read them. Now that I know what Hailey’s face looks like when she comes, I feel like I could get addicted to seeing that expression over and over. The way her eyebrows pinch together just a tiny bit, her mouth dropping open…

Fucking gorgeous.

But as fun as it is to watch her come, it might be even more fun to watch her trynotto come. To be in control of a hiddenvibrator, deciding when and how much to amp up the pleasure, all while she tries to act like everything is normal? Goddamn.

NICK: During the parade??

HAILEY: I didn’t say that.

Since I’m already getting half hard just thinking about her being at the mercy of a vibrator that she can’t control, I’m quick to answer for all of us.

ME: Deal. We’ll do the parade.

She spams the group chat with a half dozen “thank you” messages and an emoji of a celebratory party hat. And just when I think that it’s safe to put my phone down and get back to work, another message comes through.

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