And I’ve been good all day today, I know I have. Didn’t get a raised eyebrow, or a quiet, “Spike”, didn’t get that exasperated, impatient stare, or the cold anger he can fake but when it’s real, it’s scary.

No. Got smiles, got a hand brushing my face, one kiss, hard and fast, in the split second a customer turned away, and a wicked grin to chase it.

So, got to ask myself why six lines of pain on my arse are blending into a sizzle that’s making my cock throb and leak and - oh.

I’ve been good.

That’s why.

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