Page 115 of Wish I Might
“That’s the spirit,” he said encouragingly.
Her head hit his chest again.“You smell good.”
He choked back a laugh.“Thanks?”
She sighed and lifted her head.“I still hate you.”
“Understood.”
She looked down at the bag in his hands, then at the ones still on the table.“Did you buy groceries?”
“I did.”
“Did you get stuff to make tacos?”
“As a matter of fact.”
“Maybe I hate you a little bit less,” she allowed.
“You brown the meat and shred the cheese, I’ll chop the veg,” he offered.
“Deal.”
She seemed to settle while they worked, chatting companionably about things that were not sex and arguing about the merits of soft versus crunchy shells, and by the time they settled in front of the television with the food, she was her laughing, teasing self.
“Soft shell tacos are just modified burritos,” she told him.She was curled up on the couch with a plate of hard-shelled tacos in her lap and a beer on the table beside her.
“Maybe,” he allowed.“But that’s what I like.”
“As long as you know you’re wrong,” she said, and crunched into a taco with relish.
Amused, he picked up the remote and scrolled through the programs until he came to the one he wanted.He’d thought about picking something else—they’d been having such a nice time, and she was bound to get pissed at him again—but he had a plan, and good reasons for sticking with it.
Engrossed in her taco, she didn’t notice his choice until the theme music came on.Then she groaned.“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“What?”he said innocently as episode three ofHeated Rivalrybegan.“You like this show.”
The look she shot him was both desperate and incensed.“One day you’ll pay for this.I don’t know how, I don’t know when.But one day, Nash.”
He just grinned and toasted her with his beer.“I’ll look forward to it.”
They watched the show in near silence—or rather, she did.Nash barely noticed what was happening on screen.Though he didn’t look directly at her, his entire focus was on Bailey.
He found it amusing that she assumed she was the only one affected by the rules he’d given her.Knowing she’d spent two hours trying to read about Queen Victoria with a plug up her ass had left him almost unbearably aroused, and sitting next to her on the couch while she squirmed with obvious sexual frustration wasn’t doing his dick any favors.
The only difference was that he was definitely going to jerk off later.
When the credits finally rolled and he switched off the television, he turned to her with a benign smile.“I’m really starting to enjoy this show.”
She just sent him a sad puppy look.“Nash.Please?”
“Please, what?”
“Let me masturbate tonight.I swear, it’ll be just this once.”
“Nope.”
Her shoulders sagged with defeat, but her eyes narrowed in defiance.“You know I don’t actually have to follow any of your stupid rules, right?You’re not actually in charge of me.”
