I blinked, exhaling roughly, heat stinging my face. “It burns a little. That’s all. Don’t you have like club girls to handle such incidents? I’m sure they happen a lot around here.”
His hand slid up to my thigh, and my sex clenched. “I make you nervous because I’m a guy?”
I put my hands under me, bringing my thighs closer. I wasn’t wearing any underwear, and he was way too close where he knelt. “A guy who expressed interest in getting spanked by me, and most likely aroused by what he’s doing.” But basically because he was arousing me with it.
He turned off the water, grabbed a towel and put it on his thigh. Then he took my foot and placed it on the soft fabric. “Prez has a strict no slut sleeping over rule. And none of us have old ladies, so you’re stuck with me.”
“I see… Well…thank you.”
His mischievous gaze locked on mine, and he held my foot in both his hands. “You’re most welcome.” He brought his lips to it in a soft kiss.
My foot twitched with a quiver that ran through my core. “What the… Did you just… Mister…” Damn it. I shouldn’t be addressing anyone here like that after Mad Dog’s revelation. “Inferno, do you have—”
“A thing for beautiful feet like yours? Yes. And I’m not embarrassed by it.”
I blinked again. “You shouldn’t be. I’m not…kink shaming you or anything, but I’m not okay with being used as the object of your fantasies.” Not his or those of the redhead lover President of the Blood Jerks.
“Trust me, Princess. You are the object of a lot of kinky fantasies around here.”
This was disturbing on so many levels…and so incredibly hot.
I jerked my leg off him. “Could you not call me that?”
“You prefer to be called Professor,” he purred. Seductively?
I gaped at him like an idiot, my thoughts convoluted at best, most of them centered around the inexplicable gush of arousal between my thighs. I pushed my legs together tightly.
“You look like you’re going to pull a muscle, Professor.”
“Nope. I’m good.”
“All I’m saying is that you don’t have to hurt yourself like that. I can smell your wet, hot—”
“Don’t say it!” I slapped my hands over my face, hiding in shame.
He gurgled a laugh. “Okay, I won’t say pussy.”
“Oh my God. I should slap you right now.”
“Please do. Punish me for being a very naughty boy, Miss Legend.”
My eyes snapped open. “Okay. That’s it. Out. Now.”
I grabbed the ice with all my force and put it on my arm as I returned to my bed. The cold pricked my skin and seeped into my bones. I alternated the bag from my arm to my leg to my back.
He stood in front of me, holding the painkillers and first aid kit, grinning.
“Thank you. You can leave them here and go,” I said.
“I’m not done patching up that wound.”
“You’re delusional if you think I’ll let you near my leg again.”
He approached as if I’d said nothing. The bed sank under his butt as he lifted my leg and placed it back on his thigh. “Just so you know, admitting you like kinky shit doesn’t mean you’re batshit crazy.”
In shock, I stared at the hands gently attending to my wound and then at him. “I know that. BDSM is not a sign of mental illness or psychopathy. It’s a lot more complicated.”
He bit his lip. “Fuck. You’re so hot when you speak like that.”
