15 - You’re Not my Type

15 - You’re Not my Type

Summer

I was grateful for the plush chair my butt was stuck to. Because if I were standing, I’d have fainted.

“It can’t be you!” I said, my voice high pitched. Clearly, I was having a mental breakdown.

He didn’t seem pleased either. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He spanked me. Teased me, made me cum better than my battery-operated friends, and he was caring. Damon and caring didn’t belong in the same sentence and yet…

I chuckled, fanning my flustered cheeks and neck. I felt so hot all of a sudden. “I get it. Emma and Mia, you can come out.” I grinned at Damon and stood up. “That’s a really great prank, by the way. Your acting is so good. I almost believed it—”

“I gave you those hickey