Page 95 of I Shouldn't Feel This Way

“It’s not my fault. You’re the one who indulges me too much, so if I’m a spoiled brat, it’s because of you.”

Noah darkened his gaze, snickering under his breath. “Stop being a smart-ass.”

“Like father, like daughter.” I wassoon a roll, and felt proud of myself too.

“Yeah,” he said, “a family trait, I see.”

I teasingly began to unbutton my shirt a little more, letting him sneak a peek at my white push-up bra.

“Aria.” He met my eyes with caution.

“See,thisis how the girls normally wear their shirts at school.”

Noah was staring at my cleavage. “You’re being such a pain in the you know what at the moment.” He shook his head and reached for my buttons. I bit my lip when his fingers lightly grazed the swell of my breast, ever so slightly. I’m sure it was by accident, though.

“There, much better.” He quickly buttoned up my blouse and grinned.

“You know I’m just going to unbutton them when you leave, right?” I was more annoyed than anything.

“Is that what you do every day?”

“Maybe.” I smiled deviously.

“Aria Sophia Hunter, you naughty, naughty girl.”

I felt a thrilling heat in between my thighs when he called me naughty—twice.

“What are you going to do?” I said. “Ground me?” We both knew that wasn’t going to happen. Noah was more passive than anything in his parenting ways.

“Worse, young lady.” He matched my smile with a wicked grin. “Much, muchworse.”

“Like?” I egged him on.

This subtle flirtation between us was arousing me. Even though I couldn’t physically express my affection, at least I could enjoy our playful banter.

Noah looked at his watch. “We’re both officially late. You realize that, don’t you?”

I nodded, smiling innocently.

“Get to class, Aria.”

“No.” I crossed my arms against my chest. “I would like to know how you plan to carry out my punishment, if you don’t mind.”

“Are you testing my power over you?” His eyes were intense for a moment.

“You’re the one who said it’smuch, much worsethan getting grounded.” I mocked him.

“Trust me, you don’t want to know.”

“I do.”

He let out a short laugh and ran his fingers through his hair before he fixed his gaze back on me. “Well, let’s just say that if you keep up this little ruse of yours, I’ll have no choice but to bend you right over my lap and give you a proper spanking.”

That was incredibly hot. I was surprised at how easily he turned me on. I’m sure it wasn’t intentional on his part, but I didn’t mind a spanking. Not at all. As long as it was delivered byhishand.

“I might like that,” I bravely stated.

He shadowed his eyes and tilted his head a bit. “Are you admitting you’re a masochist?”

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