want your ass spanked red. I’m waiting for G-pa while he washes his balls in liquified diamonds or whatever the fuck it is he does to prepare for mentoring me.
Side note: the only one I want diddling my *pie emoji* is you.
Tigress:
Okay, I’ll diddle you later. Miss you. Xxxx (give two of these kisses to Squid)
Koala:
I did. He punched me in the nuts. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx (don’t give any of these away, they’re all for you) *squid emoji*
I grinned stupidly as I put my phone on the nightstand and slipped out of bed, kicking my feet into some slippers and disturbing Blake. He crawled out after me like a hungry animal, nipping at the flesh of my neck as he followed me to the door. He was forever kissing my tattoo and licking it, running his hands over it while he pinned me down and had his way with me. I swear he loved it even more than I did. His skin was hot against my back through his shirt which he’d given me to sleep in and the bulge in his boxers pressed to my ass as his mouth worked up to my ear.
“I never get you to myself anymore,” he growled.
“Shh,” I giggled softly as Monroe rolled over in the bed.
I captured Blake’s hand, tugging him out the door into the brightly lit hallway.
“Let’s go somewhere no one will find us, Cinders,” he purred, pushing me back against the wall and pinning my hands to my sides. A gasp escaped me as he raked his teeth down to my collar bone and crushed his huge body to mine.
“Why are you keeping me here if you wanna go somewhere else?” I teased breathily.
“Because I couldn’t live another second without getting my mouth on you again,” he said, his tone making my heart thrash.
“I’ve got a game for you, golden boy,” I purred, twisting my fingers into his ebony hair and yanking his head back to make him look at me. “I know how much you like to win.”
“What’s the game?” he growled, his eyes sparking with excitement as he grew harder against my thigh.
“You have to count to one hundred and I’m going to hide somewhere in this big house. If you find me, I’ll let you do anything you want with me.”
“How long do I have to find you?” he asked, his voice tight and full of desire.
“Hmm, does twenty minutes seem fair?” I asked and he nodded, letting me go a little reluctantly, but his hunger for the win was clear. “Oh and, Bowman?” I said lightly as I backed away up the hall.
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“If you don’t find me in time, you have to watch me get off without you.” I turned and ran away down the corridor with a laugh as he started counting out loud.
I took a stairway down to the ground floor and sprinted through the empty corridors. I probably should’ve put some pants on, but it was too late now and Blake’s t-shirt was like a dress on me anyway.
I turned a corner and ran right into someone, stumbling back as I hit their hard body. Saint’s hand snapped out to capture my wrist and his eyebrows arched.
“Is something wrong?” he demanded and I bit my lip.
“No…” I glanced over my shoulder. “I’ve gotta go. I’m playing a game with Blake.”
“What kind of game?” he asked curiously, reeling me closer.
“A sexy game,” I said with a laugh. “If he finds me, he wins me,” I whispered in case anyone was close by.
Saint wet his lips, deliberating something. “You’ve been a bad girl this morning.”
“And?” I grinned.
“And…” he growled quietly, his grip tightening on my arm as he pulled me even closer. “That deserves a punishment. But perhaps I’ll let you off if you tell me what the squid emoji means.”
“I can’t do that, Lord Squidington. I’ll die first,” I said with a smirk and his eyes glinted sinisterly.
“Then you shall pay the price.”
My breath snagged in my throat and I glanced back over my shoulder again as adrenaline beat a path through my limbs. “But I need to hide.”
He nodded stiffly. “How long do you have?”
“He has to find me within twenty minutes, or he loses,” I said.
“Well then, let’s make the King of Competition work hard for his victory.” He towed me along, walking back the way he’d come at a brisk pace.
“I was thinking of going to that big drawing room we found the other day,” I said.
“No,” Saint said. “We will go