Page 95 of The Sadist and the Brat

“Hewondersif you’re weird,” she corrected him. “I neither confirmed nor denied.”

“I can’t tell if you’re making this up or not,” he finally said.

“I’m not creative enough to make this up,” she assured him.

“Oh, I don’t know.” His arms circled her waist, drawing the now untied apron strings forward. “You’re plenty creative when it counts.”

“That’s mostly you,” she reminded him, and for a moment, let herself lean into him. He was warm and solid, and he smelled like the shampoo he kept in his shower, and the thought drifted through her mind that it wouldn’t be a hardship to just stay there forever.

“Your curses are inventive,” he offered.

“That’s true,” she allowed. “I’m a very good curser.”

He chuckled, his breath stirring her hair. “Are you up for some cursing tonight?”

“I could be.” She angled her head to see his face. “What did you have in mind?”

He merely raised an eyebrow. “Now, what kind of a Dom would I be if I told you what I was going to do?”

“A nice one?” she ventured. “Kind? Courteous? Accommodating?”

“I don’t think so,” he said with a laugh. “But I am willing, this one time, to give you a hint.”

She eyed him warily. He was wearing a broad smile that she didn’t trust for a minute. “What kind of a hint?”

“Before I answer that, what do you have on your schedule for tomorrow?”

“Nothing,” she replied, confused.

“No clients, no plans to go shopping?”

“No clients, and I’d rather walk on Legos than go shopping the day after Thanksgiving.”

“Good.” His smile broadened, morphing from genial to cartoon villain. “Then it won’t be a problem if you’re a little gassy.”

It took a moment for the pieces to fall into place. “You want to do butt stuff.”

“Correction,” he said. “We’regoingto do butt stuff.”

Sadie was torn. On the one hand, she really loved anal sex. But the stuff that came with it was such a pain in the…well, ass. “I don’t know, Jack.”

The eyebrow rose again. “Are you safewording?”

Dammit.“No.”

“Do you have a reason to say no?” he continued. “Other than the ones already discussed?”

She sighed. “No.”

“Well, then.”

“Fine.” She grumbled it to hide her delight. “You can fuck my ass tonight.”

“Why, thank you. I believe I will.” He dropped a kiss on her pouting mouth. “Do you need anything from me to, how did you put it? Get yourself ‘company ready’?”

“No, but I’ll have to stop by my place to pack a bag.” She sent him a scowl. “I’m staying over, and spending all day tomorrow at your place.”

“Are you?”

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