I unbutton my jeans, pulling down the zipper. “We can do what, love?”
Tugging down the jeans, I pick them up, folding them slowly before placing them over the back of the chair. My boxers come next, and I don’t miss the fact that I’m now buck naked standing at the foot of my bed as Mia, fully clothed, is propped on her elbows watching me stroke my cock.
“You have a really pretty dick,” she mutters.
“Pretty?” I laugh.
“You’re doing that repeating thing again.”
“I only do that with you, Mia. I don’t have to make sure I hear anyone else correctly because no one says the most unhinged shit like you do.” I raise my eyebrow, but all it achieves is an eye roll from Mia who quickly moves her attention back to my hand stroking my cock.
“It really is pretty…” she murmurs. As she sits up, she tries to reach out, but I take a step back.
“Say what you were gonna say, Mia.”
“Now? You think we can have a conversation now? When you’ve dickmatized me? You’re crazy.”
“Dickma—" I almost repeat before she gives me a stern look.
“Let me touch you, please,” she whines.
“We need to negotiate first. So tell me what it is you think we’re going to be, Mia. Then you can touch me.”
“Alfie…”
“No. Rule number one. There’s only one thing I want you to call me when we’re in bed.”
She grins, her tongue poking out to sweep along her lower lip. “Daddy?” she asks sweetly.
“Christ, Mia.” I loosen the grip on my cock. “Only if you want me to blow immediately.”
She laughs. “Sorry, Dr. Adams.”
“You knew what I meant, and you still had to terrorize me.”
“Alfie, I don’t think you even know what you want. You love being called Daddy.”
I ignore her words, instead focusing on the sweeping pull of her sweater over her head along with her top. She holds them to the side of the bed and lets them drop on the floor.
Exhaling through my nose, I forget the mess she’s making, knowing it’s done just to aggravate me. Next comes her skirt. She hops down off the bed to let it fall to the floor before toeing it out of the way.
“Tell me what you were going to say, or I’ll leave you here, Mia.”
I drop to one knee, then the other, kissing the inside of her thigh as she perches on the edge of the bed.
“We should enjoy the last six weeks together.”
I knew she was going to take this route. Another kiss.
“Lean into the tension that’s built up. Indulge a little.”
“You want to fuck your boss before you leave, is that it, Miss Sinclair?”
“Yes, Dr. Adams.”
“And then what?”
“And then, we stick to the plan, I get a job after becoming a psychologist.”
