Free The Bossman by Renee Rose Page B

even though he could probably flip her over in two seconds flat. “You were great,” she whispered in his ear.
    And then he did flip her over in two seconds flat and she was glad her period was late so she could show her appreciation fully.
    “Hey, Al, what’s up?”
    Joey answered his phone while driving over to Sophie’s house for another one of her homemade meals. The woman could cook and she seemed to enjoy serving him, offering for at least half their dates.
    “Your girlfriend called me.”
    He went cold. Shit. What now? “Oh yeah?”
    “Well, she called Carmen at the house to apologize for leaving the barbecue early. And when Sophie asked Carmen to pass along her apologies to me, she handed me the phone.”
    His gut clenched. His brother could be a real asshole, and Sophie really did not deserve his crap. “Did you give her a hard time?”
    “No,” Al said with a touch of belligerence, as if he never gave anyone a hard time. “Not really. She said she was sorry for being a bitch. Said she felt guilty she hadn’t been around and, when I called her on it she was defensive.”
    He felt a surge of pride for Sophie. She’d really put on her big-girl panties to humble herself to Al-- Al , of all people. God, he hoped Al hadn’t pissed on her. “What did you say?”
    “I said 'apology accepted'.”
    He blew his breath out in relief. “Is that all?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Cool.”
    “Carmen invited her over here for Angela’s baby shower. She’s made it her mission to get Sophie back into the fold, I think.”
    “Tell her thanks.”
    “Nah, it’s not for you, little brother. It’s for her. I’ll talk to you later.”
    “Yeah, okay. Bye.”
     
    He pulled up at Sophie’s and tested the knob, happy to find it locked. He knocked.
    When she answered, he pulled her against him, squeezing her ass as he gave her a kiss. “Hey, when are you going to give me a key?”
    She looked askance. “A key?”
    “Yeah. A key. So I can let myself in.”
    Her eyes darted to the side and she swallowed. “Well, let’s take it one step at a time, okay?”
    He stiffened. Her rejection hurt more than it should. All his efforts to steer her into a relationship were met with solid resistance. “Yeah, okay,” he said, trying to sound casual.
    She led him to the kitchen where a brown box stood open on the table. He peered inside. “That’s for you. Well, sort of,” she said, looking embarrassed.
    He reached in and pulled out a cellophane wrapped object. Inside were two stainless steel objects in different sizes with pink round jewels on one end and bulb tapering to a point on the other.
    “They’re butt plugs,” she said, noticing his confusion.
    His cock hardened. “Oh yeah?” he said appreciatively.
    “There’s something else, too.”
    He reached in the box and removed long wooden paddle. “Oh sweetheart, I don’t think you’re going to like this as much as you think you are.”
    She put her hands on her hips, offended. “What do you mean?”
    He turned the paddle over in his hands. It had holes in it to decrease wind resistance and was ¾ inch thick, 6 inches wide and at least 20 inches long. “Baby, this will hurt. ”
    She looked disappointed.
    “We’ll save this for when you’re really bad,” he said with a grin, enjoying the blush that answered him. “And these,” he said tossing the package of butt plugs in the air and catching them, “I can’t wait to play with.”
    She sidled closer and pressed her body against his. “I was thinking we could start something spanking couples do called ‘maintenance night.’ It’s where you spank me once a week and tell me what you want me to work on.”
    He raised an eyebrow. “Like a sexy spanking?”
    “No...well, yes. I mean, it could be.” She looked embarrassed. “But the purpose is more like to affirm your dominance.”
    He gave her an “are you crazy?” look. “Soph, I think this is one of those things--like the paddle--where it sounds better in