“What’re you reading?” His deep voice interrupted my thoughts as he walked into the study and sat next to me on the couch.
“Hemingway.” I said the first name that had come into my head. “Ernest Hemingway.For Whom the Bell Tolls,” I continued, not sure where the lies were coming from as I hid the cover of myFifty Shades of Greybook.
I didn’t need him thinking I was a nymphomaniac. I didn’t know what ideas he might get into his mind if he knew I was reading a book about BDSM. I did not need him tying me up on my father’s desk and fucking me with my ass in the air as he spanked me for being a naughty girl. I didn’t need him doing that at all, though I had to admit that the thought of that happening was quite exciting.
Maybe we could role-play; he could be Christian Grey, and I could be Ana. Only I didn’t want to do any of the hardcore stuff, like being whipped. I wasn’t sure I’d enjoy being whipped. Though I wouldn’t mind being spanked with his hot, sexy, firm hands.
“Oh, really?” His eyes looked impressed as he gazed at me, and I wondered if he looked at my sister like that as well.
“Oh, reallywhat?” I said, distracted by his gaze.
“Oh, really, you’re reading Hemingway?” He grinned. “Which book again?”
“The Old Man and the Sea,” I said quickly and then swore under my breath. “I mean,For Whom the Bell Tolls.” I blushed and looked down.
That was why I wasn’t going to let him tie me up and have sex with me in the study. When I was around him, my brain went to shit. Who knew what would happen if we really got down and dirty?
“Oh, what’s it about?”
“What’s what about?” I asked him blankly as I imagined him spanking me lightly and then a little harder. I wondered how into the spanking he would get. Would my ass sting from his touch, or would it merely tingle?
“The book.” His eyes teased me as he sat there.
“Oh, it’s about a man waiting by a church,” I said weakly. “He goes to the church every day and waits for the bell to ring.”
“He goes to wait for the bell to ring?” Xander’s lips twitched.
“Yeah.” I nodded. “It’s a magical book, and it only rings for wizards. Like Harry Potter, you know?”
“Hmm, I see.” He grinned and then grabbed the book from my hand. “Fifty Shades of Grey?” he said as he looked at the cover. “Is this a new one by Hemingway then? One I haven’t heard of before?”
“Give it back.” I snatched it back from him, my face a deep, dark red. “What are you doing in here anyway? Haven’t you bothered me enough for the day?”
“I didn’t know you’d be in here. I thought you were doing your fashion show with Alice.”
“Ha-ha. Fashion show indeed. We’re just trying on outfits and deciding what we both look best in.”
“If you say so.” He opened the book. “Now tell me what this book is about.”
“It’s just a romance book.” I blushed and reached over for the book. “Give it back to me.”
“I have a question.” He handed me the book, his eyes sparkling.
“What?” I snapped, embarrassed that he’d called me out.
“What’s a Christian Grey–flavored Popsicle?” he asked with light eyes.
“What?” I frowned at him and then hit him on the shoulder with the book. “You’re a pervert.”
“I’m the pervert?” He grinned. “I’m not the one reading porn in the middle of the day.”
“I’m not reading porn,” I growled at him.
“I mean, if you’re feeling horny, I can help you out.”
“Help me out?”
“With my miracle tongue.” He grinned and then flicked his tongue back and forth at me.
