Page 76 of Subbing For Santa

“Probably.” He grins, his dimples making an appearance. “Be crazy with me.”

“Maybe tomorrow.” I sigh, taking a step back from his tempting touch. “Tonight, I want a shower and ten hours of sleep. You’re exhausting Mr Marx.”

“Stop calling me that. You’re making my dick hard.” He grumbles and I grin.

“Good to know.” I smirk before it falls from my face. “But seriously. I need a night to myself.”

Griffin nods. “Ok. I can do that.”

“Can you turn those off?” I ask, and he smirks.

“Nope.”

“Yes, you can.” I snap.

“I can, but I’m not going to.” He chuckles at my glare.

“It’s not really having time to myself if you’re watching me.”

He sighs and presses a button on the remote and the wall panels start closing over the screens, blocking them from view.

“Here. You take the remote.” He holds it out to me, and I take it. “Take the night, and I’ll see you in the morning.”

Handing me the remote means everything, and I almost want to give it back.

Almost.

After a long, deep kiss, Griffin walks me back to my house and we part ways for the night.

I wasn’t lying when I said I needed the night to myself. Not only do I have some thinking to do, but I have some revenge to plan. As I eat a microwave meal for dinner, a plan starts to form, and I go through my normal routine, just in case Griffin can somehow still watch me on the cameras.

At about 4am, I creep out of bed and grab a can of dry shampoo. After seeing the monitors streaming a live feed into Griffin’s office, I took note of the rough locations that the cameras must be in each room, so I take the can of dry shampoo and locate all the cameras, spraying them with the white spray to cover the lenses. After I finish, I slip on a pair of shoes, go to my garage and search through the boxes for my old padlocks and keys, and then sneak through the scrub to Griffin’s house.

Payback is a bitch, and revenge is sweet.

I quickly turn off the main power switch in his meter box before securing the padlock, and I run like someone is chasing me, back to the safety of my little rental. Before I go inside, I put the second padlock on my meter box to ensure Griffin can’t repay the favour, and then I lock myself inside.

I manage to get a couple more hours of sleep before the phone starts ringing just after 9am. A grin tugs at my lips before I even crack my eyes open. Revenge is sweet after all.

“Really, Aggie?” Griffin snaps when I answer the phone.

“Good morning to you, too,” I say with a grin.

“Is this payback?” He snaps again and I bite the inside of my cheek to hold back my laugh.

“Maybe.”

“And a lock, too? You know I can get bolt cutters from my garage and cut it off, right?”

“Ok.” I’m smug, and I know he can hear it in my tone.

“Or maybe I’ll just come over there and spank you until you tell me where the key is.”

I giggle. “Well, Mr Marx. If you can catch me, you can have the key.”

I hang up, and hurry into the bathroom, picking up the key which is now safely tied inside a condom, and I part my legs and slip it inside me, getting it into position.

I know my taunt will turn him on as much as it will frustrate him, but hopefully it will also help show him that I’m willing to test the waters a little more.

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