Page 28 of Boss Me Around

“Or jealous,” I mutter as Bella resumes making sweet tongue love to my neck amidst happy grunting noises and smacks of her lips.

“She really does seem to like the taste of you,” Starling says. “Did she eat today?”

“Twice, the second time just before we came,” I say, pulling the skunk a few inches from my chest, making her back legs paw at the air. “It’s okay, buddy, I’m going to get you a treat and put you back in your crate.”

Bella emits a soft whine as I swing both legs to the floor.

“Aw, poor baby,” Starling says. “Don’t worry, Daddy will let you lick him later. Once you’re home and all settled in for the night.”

“I will not. Don’t make promises I don’t intend to keep,” I say as I stand and head back toward the office.

“And don’t get in a hurry,” she says in a husky voice.

I glance back to see her gaze fixed on my bare backside and grin. “Are you ogling me?”

“You say ogling, I say appreciating,” she says, still shamelessly sizing up my ass. “It really is a fabulous view, even with all the hair. Have you ever thought about shaving your butt or is that not something men do?”

I scowl. “Why? Do you want me to shave my butt?”

“No, I just didn’t think it would be that hairy.” Her brow furrows slightly, but her gaze remains fixed on my backside. “Do all men have hairy butts? Or are you unique?”

Tension creeps into my hips. “I’m not sure, Starling. I don’t spend a lot of time looking at other men’s bare asses. But I think so. Yes. Probably. I don’t think I’m the unicorn of butt hair.”

“Gotcha,” she says. “I’ll do some googling when I get home. See what I can figure out and circle back with you on Monday. Though that’s definitely a conversation we should have off the clock.”

“Should I feel butt hair shamed right now?”

“No way,” she says, glancing briefly at my face before her gaze returns to my lower half. “Your butt is great, hair and all.”

“I’m not sure I believe you,” I say, sighing as Bella’s whining grows loud enough that I have no choice but to rest her on my chest again, where she immediately resumes her licking.

“You should always believe me,” Starling says. “I’ll never lie to you. Lying to someone who’s been inside me is against my personal code. Lying in general is against my code, but especially to someone who’s been inside me.” She grins, making a dimple pop in her cheek I haven’t seen before as she adds in a softly giddy voice, “You’ve been inside me, Christian. We had sex. Like, for real. Full sex. All the way. For a lot longer than a few minutes.”

I return her smile. “Yeah, we did. It was pretty fucking awesome.”

She giggles as she leans back. “It really was. I’m going to replay every second of it over in my head before I go to sleep so I can burn it into my memory bank.”

“Are you going to touch yourself while you do that?” I ask.

“Oh, for sure,” she says without hesitation. “At least once. Maybe more.”

“I’d like to watch that sometime,” I say, feeling dirty saying that sort of thing while I’m naked and holding Bella, but too invested in scoring an invite to a showing of “Starling Touches Herself” to keep my mouth shut.

“Any interest in playing the Peeping Tom who watches me through my bedroom window?” she asks. “And I’ll be the sexually frustrated woman who’s tired of living alone in the woods and is desperate for a horny mountain man to climb through her window and ravage her in her bed?” She frowns as I bolt for the office. “Wait, where are you going?”

“To put Bella up. If I get a hard-on while I’m holding her, I’ll never forgive myself,” I call as I hurry to slip Bella into her crate along with a dried apple ring snack I brought along just in case.

Starling laughs. “Valid. I would be horrified if Kyle or Keanu caught me being pervy.” She sighs. “Which reminds me, I should head home. I don’t want to stress them out with a super late tuck-in two nights in a row.”

“Wait, no,” I say, stopping in the doorway, frowning as I see she’s already pulled on the slip-type thing she was wearing beneath her dress. “Don’t put on clothes.”

She looks up, laughing as she reaches for the corset on the floor. “You should see your face. You look like someone just kicked your puppy.”

“Clothes are bad,” I say, pouting as she slips the corset over her head and I reach for my boxer briefs, pulling them on before reaching for my jeans.

“Clothes are bad,” she agrees. “Especially this corset, but I can’t get the dress to button without it. Help me squeeze my boobies back into my chin?” She turns to reveal the loosened strings, glancing over her shoulder at me as she adds, “Now, serving boy. I don’t have all night and my lord and master will be quarrelsome if I tarry out of his bed much longer.”

“Next time I could be your lord and master,” I say, the idea making my cock thicken as I cross the room toward her. “I could demand to know where you’ve been, smell another man on you, and punish you for stepping out on me with multiple orgasms.”

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