were just too perfect.
But I had to talk. Words were evil. “I…yes…all…”
That had to count, right?
“Are you already trying to be punished?” His tone was light, but I could hear the way he was aching to punish me.
“Sir. Yes, all of it, Sir.” I’d rather get a fun spanking the first time around than punished in some way.
Right?
Was that the right answer?
The more he caressed over and around my nipples, the less sure I was.
“That’s better.” He teased my nipples for a few more seconds before his hands started making broad sweeps over my chest. “Now, do you have anything you need to do for the rest of the afternoon? It’s getting close to dinner.”
It was?
My sense of time had always been skewed when I worked.
Staying up so late last night had thrown off everything today. I wasn’t sure what I needed to do, but I wasn’t sure that was a good enough answer. “I should probably write? But everything else…I don’t know.”
If I searched around my desk for my to-do list, I might be able to piece my plan together, but by then the rest of my day would be thrown off again.
My answer was confusing but honest, which must have pleased Tristan because he nodded. “Then we’re going to get you some dinner and put together a schedule for the rest of today and for tomorrow.”
Somehow kneeling and knowing he was very obviously in charge at the moment made it more difficult to push back against his idea. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy.” His fingers moved back to tease my nipples. “Take my hands and stand up.”
Obeying him was second nature for some reason. As I laced my fingers with his and rose, I thought back to something Austin had said. He’d made an offhand comment one time about how natural it had felt with Silas from the very first time they’d met.
I might have doubted the honesty of that statement if I hadn’t been there to see it. Their attraction had been magnetic. I’d thought it was just something to do with Austin and how people were drawn to him, but as I stood before Tristan, I was starting to realize I’d underestimated the pull of the right alpha.
Chapter 6
Tristan
My first thought was whether it was reasonable to mandate that he always work in gray sweats.
Especially if I could make sure he wasn’t wearing anything under them…like today.
His gaze was relaxed and unfocused, but his cock was hard and begging for attention. The contrast was striking and had my fingers itching to stroke him. But I didn’t want to go too fast. He might have agreed to my touch over his clothes, but that didn’t mean I was going to take advantage of the situation.
It was going to be a balancing act.
“Hands behind your back.” I nodded as he calmly obeyed.
Running my fingers over his chest, I admired the definition in his slim frame. It gave him a sturdy look even though he really wasn’t that big. Robust enough to play with and not worry about hurting him.
“When do you have time to go to the gym?” I thought it was an easy question, but he just shrugged. I chuckled. “I require words.”
“I don’t…Sir. I mean, sometimes I use the weights I have here, but most of the time I forget.” When I stroked my hands over his pecs, he moaned but caught himself and continued. “But it’s really just good genes.”
Good genes didn’t mean healthy.
We were going to have to make sure he moved a bit more, and if I had to guess, I’d say we also had to work on his diet.
“Well, good genes have given you a beautiful…body.” I let my gaze rake down his front, making sure he knew I appreciated the sexy bulge his sweats were showing off. “But I’m not going to let you treat your body like shit.”
His cock clearly appreciated the attention judging by the way his dick jerked under the worn fabric, but he was having a hard time hiding his opinion on taking care of himself. He was smart enough not to argue with me, though.
“Yes, Sir.” It was accompanied by a quiet sigh that made me want to laugh.
Standing slowly, I wrapped my arms lightly around him to encourage him to stay close. I felt a shiver run through him as my body stroked against his. He could have stepped away if it was too much, but instead, his body leaned forward until we were pressed against each