“Maybe?”
“You have battled me with every breath today. Whatever I suggested or ordered you to do, you pushed back harder. I promised you a spanking if you continued. You kept going even with a very clear expectation set. I delivered.”
“Yes, you did.” Reed rolled off his bed slowly, standing up and stretching his arms over his head.
“Do you feel better?”
“Define better, Sir.” He held his palms up. “I’m asking legitimately.”
“Whatever bullshit was trapped in your head when you opened those gorgeous eyes of yours this morning, is it gone or not?” I tugged on my clothes and watched as he dressed.
“Yes, Sir. Part of it was waking up next to you. I should have probably said that.”
“And I wish you would have. What else is bothering you, Reed?”
“You mentioned Eloise being our girl? She wasn’t as of last night.”
“Yeah, that’s an entire conversation on its own. I had sex with her last night.”
“You didn’t have to bed us both in less than twelve hours to prove something.”
“I thought I took care of your brat.” I stepped toward him.
Reed walked backward, his hands covering his very red ass.
“You did! I promise. I don’t think you were trying to prove something. I’m very sorry, Sir.”
“I forgive you. Are you upset I had sex with Eloise?”
“Of course not! Something was missing.You. Your balance, dominance, whatever you want to call it enhances everythingin our connection. I’m not blowing smoke up your ass, Sir,” he insisted. “I’m trying to make a point here, but maybe it’s not needed.”
“Do you think I had sex to make a point, babyboy?”
“Uh, well. I don’t know. Did you?”
“No.” Placing my hand on his lower back, I guided him down the grand staircase, our movements in sync. Leading Reed down the hall, we walked down his grand staircase in sync. When we got to the kitchen, I set his fancy coffee machine to brew. “I had sex with the two of you because I wanted to. I am serious about the three of us being together. Whatever I said last night is moot. Hang on, because your lip is twitching. I meant the part about being a referee and not a participant. I’m all in. Are you?”
Reed had a moment of panic in his eyes before he shook his head and then nodded. “Yes, Sir. I’m on board.”
“Wow,” I mused. “You had to stuff that brat deep down again, huh?”
“You have no idea, Sir.”
“Are you going to let me lead?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good choice.” Grabbing heavy cream from the fridge, I added a teaspoon of vanilla and two tablespoons of brown sugar before putting it into the frother.
“What the hell are you doing to my cream?”
“Making it better.” I grinned. Pouring us each a large mug of coffee, I added a generous dollop of the sweet creamer on top. “Sit down.”
“I’d rather stand.”
Sighing, I set the mug in front of the chair by the island. Turning toward him, I grabbed the middle of his ear and half dragged him to the stool. Reed grumbled the entire way but did not fight as hard as I thought he was going to.
“Sit.”
