“Thirty minutes.”
“Honey.” I angle my head back. “You know how much I squat? Over four hundred pounds. I could go all day with you like this.”
“You think too highly of yourself. I bet you couldn’t even last an hour with me on your back.”
I deposit the tissues and dead bug in the trash can. “Yeah? How much?”
She thinks on it for a few seconds. “Seeing as how you have all the money in this relationship. If I win, you Venmo me one thousand dollars.”
“Chump change,” I say, knowing it’ll make her roll her eyes. Which it does, and I laugh. “And if I win?”
“You won’t, but okay… If you win, you can name your prize.”
I rub my hands together in my best impression of an evil villain. “Ooh. It’s going to be something with sex.”
“You’re so predictable.”
I smack the side of her ass cheek. “Maybe it’ll be to gag you, so you’re finally quiet.”
She nips my ear. “You’d hate that.”
And it’s true. I would hate it. One of the things I love most about her is her smart mouth.
Although I do like the idea of stuffing it full. “A blow job.”
“That’s it?”
I shrug. “Yeah, but you let me come on your face.”
She actually harrumphs.
“If you’re afraid…”
“Fine, fine,” she agrees. “But not by my eyes, you deviant.”
“Agreed.”
We high-five, and she sets the rules. “One hour. With me on your back. You lose if you sit down or fall down.”
I’m offended. “I’m not going to fall down.”
“If you say so, tough guy.”
I make it exactly fifty-four minutes before I literally cannot take it anymore and fall backward onto the couch in the living room. She laughs in glee, calling me a scrawny weakling. So after I’m able to stretch out my back, I haul her over my shoulder and show her exactly how weak I am by fucking her until she screams my name.
Then I open a bank account under her name and deposit a few thousand dollars in it. Knowing it’s just the start. Eventually, she’ll own everything I do.
When I inform her of this a few hours later, she gives me that blow job and lets me finish on her face.
Like the deviant I am.
CHAPTER 28
NADINE
The restof December flies by, and soon, it’s Christmas. The league rotates through teams that play on the holiday, and while the Founders aren’t, they still have practice for their regularly scheduled game. I drove to Jersey with Paisley for Christmas Eve dinner with my parents and Benedict. Felix was working, Emmaline jetted off to a beach in the Caribbean with some friends, and Erik stayed home with Molly and Kai, sticking to their normal nightly routine, so it was only the five of us. But I thought it would be nice for Paisley to hang out for a bit in the house I grew up in.
Again, she and Mom were like two peas in a pod, and my parents even bought her a few gifts. The same kinds of things they buy every year for their own children: socks, soaps, and gift cards. My parents are practical gift-givers. Even as a kid, I don’t remember opening a whole lot of toys, but I actually started to look forward to the new pack of colorful pens and silly socks with tacos on them.
