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A white house with mint green trim should not look that strange or stand out so much.

“You just keep getting sexier and sexier.” Casimir stopped in front of the couch and tugged me closer before releasing my hand. “At some point, I’m going to have you fuck me while I make you talk to me about investments and long-term planning.”

He really was just as insane as the rest of the street but it looked good on him.

Everything looked good on him…including that sexy smirk that said he was ready to do his best to get me out of my head.

Best neighbor ever.

Chapter 13

Casimir

Sexiest sub ever…especially when he was grumpy and talking like we were surrounded by morons.

“I’m sure you’re smart enough that I don’t have to lecture you about your retirement.” The fact that he could say it with a straight face was what made it even cuter. “You’re very intelligent.”

He didn’t always seem to know what to do with me, but I loved that he didn’t take my uniqueness as stupidity.

“Thank you, baby.” Stroking my hand over his chest, I loved the crisp white shirt he was wearing. “Kneel for me.”

He seemed relieved to have instructions and sank down easily as I sat in front of him. When he was in position, I ran my hand over his head and down his neck. I made a wide circle on his chest, loving the muscles that filled out his suit perfectly before moving back to his hair.

I continued for another minute, letting him see how calm I was and encouraging him to take deep breaths. As he relaxed, I brushed my lips over his again and smiled as he sighed against me. “I’ve been waiting for this all day.”

He wanted to pout and complain again, but one raised eyebrow cut it off and he pressed his lips together like a pissed-off toddler. I gave him another kiss and nodded as I continued to caress him. “You were incredibly distracting, though. I kept trying to decide how I wanted to use you instead of thinking about my work.”

Oh, that little smirk.

“Every time you sent back a list or answered my questions it made everything worse.” Giving him a stern frown got another grin out of him he couldn’t quite hide. “So I decided you needed consequences for your actions.”

Swallowing hard, he took a moment and licked his lips before letting out a slow breath. He was doing his best to steal a few seconds to think, but I wasn’t sure that would help. Eventually he filled the silence with a low, rough tone. “Consequences for…for distracting you.”

It wasn’t a question, but I nodded anyway. “I’m glad you understand.”

I wasn’t going to pretend to punish him because he had an almost pathological need to do everything right, but I didn’t think he’d see consequences the same way. That was something I was pretty sure he could blame on me and just mentally chalk it up to me being ridiculous.

“Seeing that check next to spankings and the note you made reminding me that you hadn’t come in two days…you need to see what that kind of talk does to me.” So he could keep doing it again and again. “I can’t have you thinking you can get away without a response from me.”

He gave me a slow blink before swallowing hard again. “There are always rules and expectations in this kind of relationship.”

And we had consent.

“I knew you’d understand.” And I was pretty sure it would go a long way in helping him to find the headspace his fucker of an ex had destroyed. “I also know you’re going to be polite and follow my orders as I show you what happens when you distract me.”

I was going to shatter his grip on reality itself.

His head bobbed but I wasn’t sure what he was responding to. “You…you’ll spank me and…and continue to control my orgasms as consequences.”

So he’d been processing what would happen next?

“That’s correct.” Nothing in his reactions said he was against it and his answers to my questions made it clear he was curious about a lot of things, so I wasn’t worried as I ran my hands over him. “You need to learn what happens when you tease me and look so sexy doing it.”

He looked so good in suits it should’ve been criminal.

“I…” He paused, blinking like he was trying to clear his brain. “I have a tux I need to show you.”

Moaning, I didn’t have to play up how erotic it would be. “Do you know what I’d do to you if you wore something like that for me?”