Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“What are you doing for fun in the city?” Dad asked. “Seeing all the sights?”
“I’m always with actual New Yorkers and they don’t really see the sights.” Maybe that was something I could force Matt to do. We could go out and see things in the city neither of us had experienced before. Then, when my parents inevitably came to visit, I could show them around.
There was the homesickness again. But not for the guest house, or California in general. I wanted to see my parents in person.
“Don’t miss the museums.” Dad shook a finger at the screen. “You’re living on an island stacked with rich cultural treasures. It would be a shame to miss out on them because your friends are too cool.”
Mom flipped the camera back to herself but addressed him. “Honey, I’m sure her friends aren’t that cool. Matt is friends with Scott, for god’s sake.”
“Wow.” I rubbed my temples. “Look, I’m gonna go, but... think about coming out here.”
What? What the fuck was I saying?
“Oh?” Mom’s eyebrows rose above the rims of her sunglasses. “For a visit?”
“Sure. I bet Scott would like to see you. He can come up from Boston. And we can go to those museums together, Dad.” Stop talking, stop talking, stop talking right now! “You could stay with us. We have the room.”
Stay with us? Stay in Matt’s apartment with us? When we’ve had sex in practically every room.
“Or we could put you all up in a nice hotel. We have the money.” I laughed loudly and nervously. “And the hotels.”
“What a great idea.” Mom’s intonation was a judge’s gavel falling. I’d sentenced myself. “We’ll see what we can do. You think of some good dates for a visit, and we can coordinate with Scott. This will be fun!”
“We haven’t taken a family vacation since…” Dad’s voice went tight. “The cruise.”
“Ha ha, yeah. The cruise.” The less we reminisced about sexcapades at sea, the better. “Well, I have to go. Busy day and all.”
“We won’t keep you,” Mom said, blowing me a little kiss. “And I’ll call you on your cell phone next time. So I don’t bother your assistant.”
“That’s literally what he’s there for,” I said, but it was too late. Mom had already begun conferring with Dad as to how to end the call, and they blooped off my screen.
Fuuuuuuuck. What had I done?
* * * *
I figured the best way to break the news to Matt that I’d invited my parents to come visit us without consulting him first was to do so in something sexy. When we got home from work, I went to my dressing room and found some lingerie that screamed “please don’t be mad at your princess.” It was a lacy lilac shelf bralette that barely covered my nipples, matching thong panties, and a garter belt with sheer gray silk stockings.
Matt had gone into his media room to relax. He hadn’t even changed yet but sat on the couch with a remote in his hand, mindlessly flipping channels with his tie hanging undone around his open collar. When he saw me, he sat straight up.
“Hi there.” I wiggled my fingers at him.
“Wow, princess. You look...” He blew out a long breath and started to his feet.
“No, no. I’ll come to you.” I stepped carefully across the plush rug in my lilac satin-and-marabou stilettos. He tossed the remote aside and sat back, knees apart in the kind of man-spread that would be infuriating on public transport, but which made me ache to drop to me knees at the moment.
I knelt on the sofa beside him and crawled my way into position, ass up in his lap. “I think you need to spank me, my dragon.”
His big, hot hand cupped my ass. One finger traced the thong where it split my cheeks. “I do?”
“I did something very naughty, without your permission.”
His hand stilled. “Wait, did you come after I told you to wait until tonight? Because if you did... when? And how? In detail, before I dole out the punishment.”
I’d forgotten about the edict he’d sent me via text after our interrupted cunnilingus. “Not that, no. I still haven’t.”
Now that I remembered I hadn’t, my attention was diverted to more throbbing matters.
I forced myself back to the issue at hand. “What I did was... well... I invited my parents to come for a visit.”
“Your parents.”
“And Scott.” I squeezed my eyes shut and anticipated a spank.
“When?” he asked, and I couldn’t gauge his tone. Was he as mad as I anticipated he would be, or was I ascribing inflection where there was none?
He slipped an arm beneath my legs and sat me up, still on his lap but at least without the blood rushing to my head. But that meant I had to look him in the eyes.
“I’m sorry. I should have asked you first. I wasn’t thinking, it came out because, I don’t know, they called me at work, and I got homesick and panicked and—”