Chapter 3
“I might have to spank you if you do,” he said, and winked at me.
My cock perked up even more at his words. “That right? Well, you’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” I said, staring at him as I drank from my bottle.
Paul’s eyes zeroed in on the motion of my throat as I swallowed, and he licked his bottom lip. “You don’t know the half of it, my friend.” He finished his drink and checked the watch on his left wrist. “Gotta get back on stage. You’re sticking around, yeah?” he asked, and those bright orbs of his would have made me change my mind if I’d even thought to say “no.”
“I am now.”
“Good. This next set’s for you.” With that final comment, he squeezed my leg, stood, and pushed his way through the crowd to get ready to play again.
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