Page 35 of Playing With My Fire

“Well good morning to you, too, bestie!”

I pull the phone away to glare at Caleb’s name. “What the hell do you want…” I check the time. “…at ten in the morning?”

“You know, most people have been up for hours.”

“Well, most people don’t work to days in a row.”

Yeah, so what if I work any time of day or night? Most of my activities take place under cover of darkness, just how I like it.

“You didn’t work last night, at the station or the bar. I also know you couldn’t teach your class, and I didn’t see you at the club. So, you have no excuse.”

“God, I hate you.”

He snorts. “You know you love me!”

“Not right now I don’t,”

“Be that as it may, I'll be there in twenty. So, either be ready, or I’ll help.”

I growl.

“Growl as much as you like, grumpy bear. Doesn’t change a thing.” He hangs up before I can say another word, let alone growl again.

I toss my phone across the bed and fall back on my pillow, my arms thrown over my eyes. “Why?” I shout to my empty house.

My siblings and I have always shared an apartment over the bar, but two years ago, I bought this ridiculously big Spanish revival on the other side of town from my Abuela’s and the bar. Caleb talked me into it with the grand idea of having kink parties so we wouldn’t always have to travel all the way to Austin.

I’m hoping I can hide away in my bedroom, and that he’ll go away when I don’t answer the door until I remember too late that he has a key.

“You’re so stubborn, woman!”

He jumps on top of me successfully stealing all my air.

After I find it, I growl, “I don’t take orders from you, slave.”

He straddles my waist and smirks down at me. “This isn’t a scene, and we’re not at the club.”

Ugh!

If only he was submissive all the time, but who am I kidding? Even when he is, he’s still bratty as hell.

“Why?” I beg.

“Ooh, I’ll have to mark this date on my calendar as the day Madame La Luna begged me.”

I shove him off me and easily climb on top of him, and then eye him warily as I feel his cock stir against my cunt.

“What?” He’s all innocence… innocent my ass!

I cock a brow. “Aren’t Beau and you exclusive?”

“Pssh! Even if we were, it's just natural mechanics because you’re sitting on my dick.”

I plant my hands on his chest and move back and forth smirking as he grows some more.

“Keep it up, Estrella, and I’ll show you who’s boss this morning.”

I laugh but climb off. “Promises, promises.”

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