Page 58 of The Best Bad Decision

“Because you did.” Anyone who thought the sub had it easy was an idiot. “You’re probably going to feel it later even more because of how much effort it took to stay still and to fight the urge to move.”

It was a good workout but he was in great shape for a desk jockey.

Nodding, he brought one hand up and ran it over my head. “That was…unexpected, I guess?”

I shifted to kiss his hand before he moved it away. “It’s probably not something that gets mentioned online. We focus on the emotional aspects and how a spanked ass feels, but we don’t always mention that it’s a full-body workout in most scenes.”

Atlee wiggled and frowned. “I feel like I should’ve realized that beforehand.”

Because he liked being right about everything.

“I think you did very well for a first full scene.” Before he could be stubborn about it, I continued. “This was a new experience for you and you’ve done very well at exploring it and processing it.”

He wanted to pout and huff, but it seemed like he knew he’d done well because he pulled the drama back. “I still have the next couple of hours to process my thoughts and reactions before I can call it a complete success.”

Lord.

Reminding myself that him being stubborn would be good in the long run, I nodded. “I can understand that, but it means you’re mine for the next couple of hours just to make sure it works out in my favor.”

Grin almost peeking out, he tried to look serious. “That’s logical too.”

“Then it’s time that I got you cleaned up so I can make you dinner.” Drama peeked out again as I slid off him and climbed off the bed. I pretended not to see and reached for his hand. “Come on. You’re sexy like that but eventually it’s going to get uncomfortable.”

My boy was wonderfully dirty and the reminder shifted whatever was going on in his head. “Oh, yes. I’m probably just a few minutes away from having to explain I’m uncomfortable.”

Adorable.

“Perfect.” My distraction wasn’t enough because he frowned again as he sat up on the edge of the bed.

With any other sub I’d have started to worry, but I knew Atlee.

“I think I’m supposed to be making dinner for you.”

Yep, my drama queen was back in full force trying to be the best sub ever.

“Who’s in charge here?”

I was going to have to find a few more ways to keep that at the front of his mind.

Chapter 18

Atlee

Good grief…now what?

Casimir was going to be frustrated but there was no way I was washing the car if the audience wasn’t even pretending to be subtle.

Gerald and Paul were just standing by my mailbox as I pulled the car out of the garage to wash it. Thankfully I hadn’t changed clothes yet, but they were still making it weird with the way they were watching me.

Where were their wives?

And where was Casimir?

No…that was a stupid question.

He was probably standing at his window snickering, but that didn’t tell me what I was supposed to do under the circumstances.

“Gentleman.” Climbing out of the car, I closed the door and did my best to pretend nothing was odd. “Heading out to run errands?”