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“And what would you prefer I call you, Professor? Daddy? Doctor Buchanan?”
“There’s a girl named Mia Rutherford,” I tell him. “She has indecent photos online. There may be some videos as well, I’m not sure. Regardless, I need them wiped from the internet.”
“No offense, but if I wanted a sugar daddy, I’d choose someone who’s a little less surly.” “You think I need another brat to take care of?”
The brat needs a spanking. If only she could refrain from pissing someone off long enough to allow them to slip into her bed and discipline her firsthand.
A good fuck, maybe, but I have a feeling you’re too uptight to make me come, so––” “You think I can’t make you come?” I demand.
“Put your sleep mask back in place,” I order, lifting the sheets and dipping my head beneath them.
She’s the sexiest thing I have ever laid eyes on. And knowing what she tastes like? My hard-on practically weeps.
“I might have given you a preview of how hard I can make you come while we were in Creekside, but whatever fantasy you created up here?” He taps the side of my temple with his forefinger. “It doesn’t remotely compare to the real thing.”
“Two,” he continues. “While we’re in this arrangement, neither of us will have sex with anyone else.”
“But I need you to understand I love her. I love Mia Rutherford. And you have no control over who I love. Who I marry. Or who I choose to protect with our family name.”
“I need each of you to beat the shit out of Shorty during tonight’s game.” Theo cocks his head. “What?” “Every time you wind up in the penalty box because of Shorty, I’ll give you a ten thousand dollar bonus.”
Keeping his voice low despite our privacy, Colt asks, “What happens when we get thrown out of the game?” “You get an extra fifty grand.” “And if we get suspended for multiple games?” Theo starts. “I’ll give you another fifty grand for every game you miss.”
