Page 32 of Boss Me Around

Being naked with pets…

Hmm…

The thought reminds me of Christian and how sexy he looked wearing nothing last night while holding Bella. That, in turn, reminds me of the whole “butt hair” situation and I waste twenty minutes online after Keanu’s bath researching the butt hair status of the average adult male.

When I’m done, I let Kyle in to fuss over his now fabulous-smelling puppy friend and shoot Christian a text—You’ll be glad to know your butt hair situation is completely normal. I have employed my mad search engine skills on your behalf. You’re welcome.

Just a few seconds later, he responds with, Thank God. I was really worried. How can I ever repay you for this newfound peace of mind?

Kinky sex sounds good, I shoot back, my chest fluttering with a mixture of anxiety and delight.

I’m not entirely sure I’m ready to tease him about kinky sex, let alone have some later tonight, but that’s what our relationship is all about. We’re about experimentation, play, and testing our limits. If I don’t like the kinky stuff, I have no doubt Christian would stop the second I expressed my discomfort.

But I also suspect it will be a lot easier to slip into my role as “naughty wife” than I might assume. One kiss from my oh-so-delicious sex mentor, and my inhibitions crumble faster than the day-old scone I had for breakfast this morning.

Your wish is my command, he replies, making the butterflies in my chest flap their wings a little harder. Any idea what time you want me at the shop tonight.

On second thought, let’s do the shed behind my place, I reply. As long as we stay out there and don’t go inside it shouldn’t count as a rule violation, right?

And I’m pretty sure I can make my shed pretty fabulous by tonight. I’ve already been working on fixing it up to use as an office, exercise, and guest room. This could be just the kick in the rear I need to move that project along a little.

Sounds fine to me, Christian says, I’ll park a couple streets over and walk so no one sees my truck parked in your driveway, though. Just in case.

Smart! Is five too early? I ask. Despite my recent satisfaction, I find myself already quite eager to have my way with you again.

If I had my way, you’d be on my dick right now, he shoots over so fast it makes my head spin a little. I’d be sucking your nipples while you straddled me on my couch and rode me as hard and fast, or slow and easy as you wanted. I’d want you to be in control. Just in case you were sore from last night.

Blowing a breath through my lips, I pace the living room, fanning myself with Wren’s flannel pajama catalogue.

Damn, this man…

Just a few lines of text and he has me ready to break all our rules. But Barrett and Wren will be home soon, and I can wait until tonight.

I won’t like it, but I can do it.

I’m a little sore, I reply, but nothing that’s going to slow me down. See you at five then, good husband? I’ll bring a picnic in case we’re hungry after the fun.

See you then, naughty wife. He shoots over a smirking emoji and then—And remember, if I smell another man on you, you’re going to be punished. I won’t let my wife make a fool out of me and get away with it. I’ll have to spank you and tease you and make you come so hard that you forget all about the man you were with before.

Grinning and tingling and enjoying this game way more than I probably should, I say, I don’t know. The man I was with last night was pretty incredible. You’re going to have to bring your A game to top his performance.

I always bring my A game, woman, he says. Especially for that sweet little pussy of yours. I can’t wait to be inside you again, Starling.

I’m pretty sure using my name violates the “pretending we’re someone else” rule, but I like it so much I don’t say a thing. I just say, Me, too. See you at five, and force myself to start cleaning the kitchen in preparation for Barrett and Wren’s return.

If I focus on cleaning and packing and then on preparations for meeting Christian, it will make the time go by faster. But I already know it won’t go by fast enough and that every minute I spend with Christian will feel like the minutes are on fast forward.

I don’t think I’ve ever looked forward to something as much as I’m looking forward to being with him again. It should probably worry me, but I’m too high on sex hormones and anticipation to stress.

And I have way too much to get done.

I can’t wait to surprise my husband tonight and show him what a good pretender I can be when properly inspired…

Chapter Fourteen

CHRISTIAN

Like the pathetically eager fuckboy I am, I arrive at Starling’s at four-thirty and have to kill fifteen minutes driving the backroads around her house. I park a little farther away than I planned to kill the last fifteen and arrive at her back gate just as the evening air is starting to cool.

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