Page 9 of Puck the Halls
His gaze is hot and hungry even from the fifteen feet that separate us.
“And what is going through that gorgeous head of yours?” he asks.
Of course he knows I’m plotting. “Take a picture of me.”
He shakes his head slowly, but reaches for his phone. “What are you doing?”
“Tonight was supposed to be Nathan‘s night. The night when I wore this for him and he got to call the shots.”
Of course Nathan often calls the shots. When we’re all four together, everybody gets to do what they want to. We all know each other well enough by now to know what roles everyone wants to play in the bedroom and, incredibly, all of those roles seem to fit together perfectly. Nathan being the boss works for all of us.
But because we have three nights here together, in my head, I had planned to let each man pick out exactly what we would do on “his” night.
Tonight was Nathan‘s. He screwed up so he’s going to miss it.
“Cookie,” Michael says gently. “Nathan didn’t mean for this to happen. Tonight can be my night.” He gives me a little grin. “We can adjust the schedule and let Nathan be bossy tomorrow night.”
Nathan is going to boss us around no matter what. He can’t help it. The second he gets here I have a feeling he’s going to start making demands.
That doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve to be punished a little for tonight. I jut my hip out to the side. “Take the picture, Michael.”
He sighs and lifts his phone. Nathan might be bossy, but I definitely always get my way with these men.
“Send it to my phone,” I say.
Michael taps his screen and my phone dings.
I look down at the photo. Yes, that’s good. That’s going to drive Nathan crazy.
I open our group text message again and type.
Wish you were here.
I attach the photo and hit send.
Michael’s phone dings.
He looks down. “You are a cruel woman.”
“Oh it’s going to get worse,” I say crossing the room toward him.
He sits back on the couch, taking me in. “Oh?”
I stop right in front of him, between his knees. “Dr. Hughes, I have a confession.”
His hands come out to rest on my outer thighs. God, I love his touch. His big strong hands make me feel safe and cherished, even when they’re doing incredibly dirty things to me.
“Do tell.”
“The sex we’re about to have, is not going to be completely private.”
He cocks a brow. “Is there going to be video involved?”
I grin. “Yes. I’m going to share a little bit of what we’re doing with a couple of people.”
“Do I know these people?”
“Intimately,” I tell him.
