He sat on the edge of the bed and put his almost uniformed black socks on.
“Are you trying to pick a fight with me?” she asked, stretching up to run her fingers through the back of his still damp hair.
He turned to look at her and frowned slightly. “How?” he asked sounding genuinely confused.
“Mrs Maybury?”
“Ah, I see, but you will be my wife so you will be Mrs Maybury. No fight necessary.” He spoke with a certainty she envied.
“But professionally I’d like to remain, Natasha Winters,” she told him, thinking that this was suddenly turning into the discussion they both knew was coming, but she was unsure if now was the time or the place.
“Well, unfortunately, honey, we can’t always get what we want, so let’s just agree the name thing now.” He stood up and walked away from her.
She watched him and despite her sense of irritation that he thought he could just decide the name thing without a discussion she began to laugh at the sight of him in his shirt, underwear and socks.
“You think I’m joking?” He turned and stared at her, his jaw gaping slightly.
“No, but I can’t take you seriously standing there partially dressed like that.”
“I’ve never noticed you struggling to take me seriously partially dressed before,” he said with an arched brow and an insuppressible grin.
“Maybe it’s the socks.” She grinned back.
“Mmm, if you say so.” He glanced at the clock. “I don’t have time to remove my clothes and remind you of just how much making up you have to do and exactly how you will do that, so we will pick this up later,” he told her as she got out of bed and gave him a full, megawatt grin before heading into the bathroom.
He watched her disappear through the bathroom door and smiled to himself; the sight of her ass swinging behind her with a slightly rosy hue made him seriously reconsider his options of being late this morning, but she hadn’t suffered nearly enough for her behaviour yesterday. After the display in the restaurant, then her defence of that Dylan boy,Lizzie’s boyfriend. Just the thought of that made him shudder. Then she’d compared his crazy dreams to Lizzie’s, which he knew could be a reality and then this morning she really had referred to Lizzie asthat slutty girland all before informing him that she wanted to be known as Natasha Winters after they married.
He knew himself well enough to know that there really was no chance of that and he would use whatever means he had at his disposal including the frustration and spanking he’d utilised last night, but he had been slightly reserved in his administrations in order to allow for turning it up a notch today and tomorrow and maybe even the day after that too. He was slipping his shoes on when he heard the shower shut off so grabbed his jacket and headed downstairs before his resolve melted.
Sandra had just left Jim sitting at the table when Tasha appeared wearing a t-shirt, possibly the same one she’d worn the morning Bobby had interrupted their very unconventional breakfast, complete with underwear inspection that Jim had been forced to take a rain check on. She was unashamed and very obvious in her overzealous stretching to reach her cereal and a bowl before really overdoing the bending into the fridge to retrieve the milk.
“That’s quite a show you’re putting on there, baby.” He smiled as he watched her turn to face him.
“I have no idea what you mean,” she protested, taking a seat opposite him.
“If you say so, but I think we both know exactly what I mean and your protests and lies are just adding to your own plight.” He studied her reaction.
“My plight is just fine.” She grinned, stifling a giggle, as she spooned another mouthful of cereal in her mouth making him laugh at her.
He tensed slightly in his seat as he felt her foot make its way up his thigh to rest against his groin before it began stroking him.
“I get the serious feeling that you are playing with me. Metaphorically as well as literally,” he added to her amused expression.
“If you don’t like it, or if it’s ineffective, I will stop.”
“You can feel how effective it is and you know I like the way you touch me, so why don’t you get your sexy, if a little pink ass over here and I will take that rain check on the status of your underwear now.”
“I could come into the studio later if you wanted and you could take the rain check on your conference table or I could meet you in your office when you get home, that’s another rain check I believe.” She couldn’t control or hide her face splitting grin.
“You appear to be forgetting that I call the shots again, Tasha. I think you need a few reminders,” he chided then summoned her to his lap with a curl of his finger.
She moved immediately, sat across his lap and put up absolutely no resistance as his hand ran up her outer thigh and found her naked behind.
“You are very naughty, baby.” He cupped her behind and squeezed it firmly.
“Maybe you should spank me,” she suggested breathlessly.
“I did that last night if you remember,” he whispered huskily against her ear causing her to shudder as goosebumps came up all over her skin.
