“We’re here for the Surf Rats, not this other trashy team.But you’re standing here in their hat, cheering for them.I forbid it, Madison.”
She laughs.“Youforbidit?I don’t think so, Mr.C.”
“Mr.C?”I sputter.“What?”
“What—you’re acting like a…like a disapproving professor.So yeah.Mr.C.Or should I call youSir?”
Okay, she’s doing this on purpose.My palms itch to smack her tight little bubble butt.
At the sight of what must be a thunderous expression on my face, her eyes widen into large pools of green.
“Are you asking for some consequences, Miss M?”I ask.“Some punishment, for antagonizing your superior?”
“My superior?Hardly.”
I get right behind her and push her forward against the table so her ass sticks out.I shouldn’t do this.I really shouldn’t do this.But I can’t fucking stop.The only thing that could make me stop is a safe word.Otherwise, this is happening.
“Seth,” she gasps.
“That’sSirto you.”
Her soft sound of dismay goes straight to my dick.“Sir.”
“Is there a problem, Miss M?”
She shakes her head.“Well, maybe.Um, there’s a million people right outside this box.”
“These are one-way windows.We can see out; nobody else can see in.”I give her a knowing smile.“Except you’d probably like it more if people could see in, you little exhibitionist.”
She wiggles against me, her ass rubbing against my cock.
I groan.“Yeah, you like that.”
“Wait.”She starts to stand up straight.“Damiano.”
“He won’t mind.”
“I can’t—we haven’t talked?—”
I’m sure they have, but if she wants to be certain of his feelings on sharing, I have no problem with that.
“Let’s call him.”I push my hips forward, enjoying her curvy ass.“I bet he wouldn’t mind watching whatever we do.”
8
MADISON
This can’t be real.Seth isn’t shoving me away—he’s bossing me around, telling me sexy things.
The feel of him behind me, hard and commanding, makes me forget about our issues.It makes me forget our problems with each other.
It makes me wet.
“Where’s your phone?”Seth grabs my handbag, passes it to me.“Call him now, Madison.Make sure he’s on board with me fucking you at the baseball stadium.”
In everything he says, there’s an undercurrent of stern disapproval that sends little flares of pleasure to my pussy.It’s been going on since we got here.It makes me want to rebel more, to see just how far I can push him until he loses control.
I snatch my phone from my bag and hold it up.“You want me to call Damiano?”
