“No, not outside of the bedroom.” He cackles when my cheeks turn pink.
Tilting my head, I study him. “Are you upset about the legalities of his punishment, baby lawyer?”
“About getting our friends to commit crimes? Nah. Not particularly. You’re usually the smartest one in the room, but Callan…” He clicks his tongue. “… I think he has you beat on the deviousness. I figure with him putting your plans into action, the shenanigans won’t fall back on us.”
“I’d ordinarily be offended, but I’m not because I agree.” I snuggle into him. “I think this will be child’s play for him.”
“Definitely.”
“You know exactly which laws we’re breaking now,” I point out, uncertain why he’d bring this up if he wasn’t concerned.
“Not all of them. I’m only an undergrad student, D.”
“Still.”
“Law’s not exactly my passion. That’s my backup career when I get old and gray. Will you still want me when I’m sitting in a boardroom with a bunch of douche-canoe execs? That’s what keeps me up at night.”
“I’ll be the first to crawl under your desk and give you head.”
His brows lift. “That almost makes me wish I were going straight into law!”
“I know how to incentivize.”
“Can confirm.” The hands gripping my ass tug me even frickin’ closer. “Anyway, you come up with the wildest shit when you’re riled, D. Always fun to have a front-row seat. Better than being in thehotseat.My ass is still burning from that time you fucked around with my soap.”
“Yeah, that was funny.”
“For you!”
“You shouldn’t have stolen all my Lunchablesorleft the jar of Deep Heat out.”
“Lesson learned.” His lips twist. “Figure it’s time Oakwood is taught the ways of my Denver… don’t you?”
Deep in thought, I drum my fingers against his chest. He lets me too. Doesn’t say anything. Stays quiet. Lets my brain percolate.
It doesn’t occur to me to be humiliated anymore.
Then, I feel it.
His erection.
It’s back.
I glance at him in surprise and notice his sheepish expression. “Love it when you’re wicked, D. What can I say?”
My eyes narrow. “Do you still want to make things better for me?”
He frowns. “Of course?—”
I don’t let him finish. Just attack.
THIRTY-NINE
TECHNICALLY, I’M COCKING HER
A partof me can’t even believe that she suggested we do this.
Another part knows not to argue.
