Total pages in book: 215
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
“Autumn!” He looked at her aghast.
“What? Just because I can’t . . . well, do much, doesn’t mean I don’t like to think about it. It would be so sexy watching him fuck you.”
“How do you know his cock is big and fat?” he asked in a strangled voice.
“I don’t. But a girl can dream.” She grinned as he spluttered. “Don’t worry, you’ve got a nice fat cock too.”
“Autumn!”
She giggled. “You should see your face.”
“You’re such a brat.” But he was smiling as he said that. “Are we okay?”
Leaning in, she kissed him lightly. “Course we are. We’re always good.”
He drew her in tight. “Come on, let’s get dressed and play for a bit.”
“Really?”
“Yep. What would you like to do? Build Legos? Have a tea party? Use your chemistry set?”
“Can we build an obstacle course through the house?”
“Sure.”
“Yes! Because the floor is lava!”
He had to grin. “We’ll start after breakfast.” He peered down at the tray, studying her creation. “Um, what is breakfast?”
“Marshmallow French toast! Instead of dipping the bread into an egg mixture, I covered it in fluff and then lightly fried it in the pan.”
He gaped at her.
“Yeah, I might need to buy a new pan. Try it, Brody-bear.”
He took a tentative bite. “Interesting.”
“Yeah, I think this one is a keeper.”
Brody entered his apartment.
He’d wanted to go back to Autumn’s place, but by the time he’d finished work, it had been way too late. And when he’d texted her, she’d insisted he stay at his apartment.
The place probably needed airing out anyway.
Striding in, he moved to the fridge to grab an apple juice. When he closed the door, movement to his right caught his attention and he screamed. His box of juice went flying through the air.
The man standing in his kitchen caught it. “Thanks. Always been fond of apple juice.” He pulled off the straw and stuck it into the carton.
Brody leaned back against the counter, feeling his legs weaken. “Why are you always sneaking up on me? And when I’m looking in the fridge? I’m buying you a cowbell!”
The Fox raised his eyebrows. “This isn’t the first time I’ve heard that.”
“What are you doing here?”
The Fox stuck the straw into his mouth. Why was that sexy? It shouldn’t be sexy.
Right?
Brody swallowed heavily.
“I’m here to see if you liked my gift?”
“I can’t believe you snuck into Autumn’s house to put that on the nightstand. What if you’d woken her up? She’d have been terrified.”
“I wouldn’t have woken her up. I’m very quiet.”
The Fox finished his drink and then walked toward the fridge. Brody stumbled back a few steps, then straightened. What was he doing? He wasn’t scared.
Well, not really. Maybe a little bit.
The Fox opened the door, then pulled out another apple juice. Brody opened his mouth to complain about him drinking all of his juice, then decided he was better off not saying anything.
Turning to him, the Fox stuck the straw into the hole. “Autumn always gets frustrated by these.” He moved forward until Brody was pressed against the counter behind him.
And the Fox was in front of him.
Holy. Crap.
“Open your mouth,” the Fox commanded.
He parted his lips. What the hell? How had that happened? The Fox just smiled that sexy, knowing smile of his that Brody wished he hated but really, really liked. Then he placed the straw into Brody’s mouth.
“Now, suck.”
Brody started to suck.
“You’re such a good boy, aren’t you? You like taking direction, don’t you?”
Thankfully, Brody couldn’t answer since he had a mouthful of apple juice.
“That’s it, keep drinking. That’s my good boy. All done?” He slid the straw back out of his mouth.
Brody stared up at him in shock.
“You like me taking control, Pup?”
“Um, well, in the bedroom.”
“Right. Or when you’re in Middle headspace?”
He nodded. His heart was racing. He really, really wished he was wearing jeans rather than pants.
Because it was undeniable that he was rocking a hard-on.
“That’s what I thought. I’m Papa when you regress. And Sir when we’re like this, got me?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” he said in a commanding voice.
Oh, crap.
Brody had to shut his eyes for a moment. This felt . . . it felt so right that for a moment, he worried it might all go away.
“Yes, Sir.”
“That’s my good boy. You’re going to be a good boy for Sir, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“That’s right.” The Fox cupped the side of his face. Then he bent down to kiss him.
And oh, hell. What a kiss. By the time he drew back, Brody’s legs were trembling, barely able to hold him up.
“You never said whether you liked my gift, Pup.” He slid his hand along Brody’s hard dick. He moaned. “Well?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” the Fox asked. He tightened his hold on Brody’s dick. But instead of hurting, it felt so good. “Don’t you like wearing a butt plug?”
“I . . . yes.”