up later or something, but I’ve got a fuck-ton of editing to do today, and—”
“Jordan,” he said quietly, making my mouth snap shut and my brain try to turn off before I had a chance to think.
Oh shit, I was definitely fucked. Frozen in place with my heart trying to pound right out of my chest as I waited to see what he’d follow my name up with... and already way, way too addicted to the way he always said it, like his voice turned it into some kind of trigger that just made me want to promise to be good for him.
“Are you trying to earn another spanking, sweetheart?” Andy finally asked, sounding like he might be smiling.
“A total fuck up like me doesn’t have to try to earn shit like that,” I said, sinking back down onto the futon as my heart started pounding even harder. “It’s just a natural talent.”
And fucking shitballs. I was being way too honest because I really gone for this guy, and Nic wasn’t even around for me to call and freak the fuck out about it.
I cleared my throat. “But good news for you, right? It means you can spank me every damn day if that’s what gets you off.”
I squeezed my eyes closed in denial. Every.... Day. Yeahhhhhhhh, I was the moron who’d just said that. Seriously, what the fuck was wrong with me? I might as well just tattoo I’m a needy bitch across my forehead at this rate.
“Language,” Andy said, because of course he did. “And petal,” he added, his voice suddenly going hard in a way that made me want to be on my knees for him again. Not mean, just… firm. “If you need a spanking every day, I can do that for you, but don’t let me hear you say that you’re a fuck up again. You’re not.”
I laughed, and it sounded stupidly shaky. “Dude—”.
“Daddy.”
“Okay, Daddy,” I said, scrubbing a hand over my face. “Just… don’t fool yourself. I pretty much am. You don’t really know me yet, and—”
“I do know you, though, Jordan,” he interrupted. “I want to know more, but baby, I pay attention, and a fuck up is the last thing you are.”
He was wrong. I opened my mouth, but then closed it again since he’d told me not to say it, and before I could figure what else to say, he kept right on talking.
“Now, you never gave me a real answer, do you have plans tonight?”
“No,” I whispered, my stomach suddenly jumping all over the place.
“Yes, you do,” Andy said firmly. “Be here at seven.”
I grinned before I could stop it.
“Why?” I asked, hoping my voice didn’t sound too fucking happy about it and scare him off. Also? I was really hoping the answer would be because he wanted me to ride that cock of his until dawn.
But instead—
“Because Daddy says so.”
Oh... fuck. I might have whimpered, because that was almost better.
I was definitely still going to douche, though. Just in case.
“Uh, yeah,” I finally remembered to say. “I can do that. Be there, I mean. Whatever you want. Seven o’clock. I, uh... yeah.”
I needed to stop talking, that was what. You’d think I’d never set up a fuck date before or something, the way I was suddenly babbling like a nervous virgin or some shit, but Andy just laughed... then made my dick go rock hard by murmuring, “Good boy.”
I licked my lips. “Should I…”
“What, baby?” he asked after I’d trailed off into a stupidly long pause.
I rolled my eyes at myself. “Nothing.”
Fuck. Like, it was legit nothing. I’d literally just opened my mouth because I didn’t want to get off the phone yet, and if I didn’t get my shit together and stop doing dumb stuff like that, I really was going to fuck this up.
“You should be on time,” Andy said, the firm tone back, settling my nerves just as fast as if he’d been doing that stupidity addicting petting-me shit, or holding my hand like he was so into or whatever. “And you should bring a change of clothes.”
My heart started to pound again. Clothes? For… what? Something kinky? A sleepover?
I didn’t do that shit.
But if he insisted...
“And baby?” Andy added softly.
I palmed my cock, then yanked my hand away, remembering all that shit he’d said before about leaving that for him to take care of.
“Yeah?” I asked, my mouth suddenly dry.
“It’s cold, so wear a coat,” Andy said, sounding like he was smiling again. “Or else