Page 121 of Naughty November

“So let me get this straight.” His voice was low, teasing, and shivers rolled down my spine. “I can’t cockblock you, but you can do it to me?”

Shit. He’d seen right through me. “Well, I—we—he—it was payback for what you did.”

There, that sounds believable.

“Sure.” He dragged out the word, making it evident he didn’t believe a word I’d said. “I guess we’re going home to go over spreadsheets.”

“Of course.” It was amazing I could keep a straight face.

“All right. Let’s go, then. I’ll order in.”

I rode pillion on his motorcycle, clutching my gift basket, and in fifteen minutes, we were at his condo. I went straight for my bedroom to change into something comfy while he ordered food. When I entered the living room, he was pouring wine into two glasses.

“I’m going to need something strong to handle all the spreadsheet talk. Can you at least print them out? I hate looking at the computer screen.”

I chuckled. “You’re thirty. Your generation should be familiar with the computer.”

“I am familiar with the computer. The words are just too tiny.”

“That’s why you can increase the font or zoom in.”

Kieran slapped my butt. “Don’t be a smarty-pants.”

I bit my bottom lip to hold in my moan. Would he be shocked if I bent over the computer desk and pulled down my shorts so he could spank me some more?

“Just problem-solving,” I mumbled.

“And why are you wearing another one of my shirts?” He fisted the material at the back and tugged it tight against my belly, his fingers grazing the skin above my shorts. “One of these days, you’re gonna leave me naked if you keep stealing my clothes out of the wash.”

“Your fault for not doing your laundry. The deal is, I do them and get to keep anything I want.”

Had he noticed the missing boxers?

Calm down. Even if he noticed they’re missing, he won’t know you rub them over your cock while getting off.

“Bossy little twink.” But he winked. “Just wait until you find the right man to tame you.”

What if I already have and he doesn’t know it?

“Hah!” I found the file I needed and sent it to the printer. “I don’t have time for a boyfriend. Maybe after I graduate, but then I’ll also want to do my masters. I may even do a doctorate. If I can manage it.”

“I’m sure you will. I have the utmost faith in you, little bro.”

“Why, thank you, big bro.” Grinning, I took up the papers the printer spat out and checked they were complete. At the bottom of thepile, I found two pieces of paper that weren’t part of the spreadsheet. “Naughty November Checklist?” The papers had a list of sex-related items with a check box beside each.

“Shit, that’s not for your eyes. Why did it print it again?”

“The printer must have received the job and printed it before mine. What is this for?”

“It’s a naughty challenge for November. When I was in Houston, one of the guys we cast showed it to me. People everywhere are engaging in a kinky activity off the list. I thought it’d be a fun idea for the studio. A few of the guys agreed, so they’re choosing new kinks they haven’t tried yet, and we’ll be sharing that with our fan base.”

“Oh.” The list of items was long. Extremely long. Some I’d never heard of. “What’s oviposition?”

“Some people get off on the idea of eggs laying inside them.”

“Oh my.”

First time.