Blessing or Curse?

by Annabeth Leong

Deirdre sat naked at the table with a jar of peanut butter, a cheap plastic ruler, and a hopeful grin.

"Oh for Christ's sake, honey."

"I'm curious…"

"About what? How do you come up with this shit?"

"I made a joke. Then I started wondering…"

I put down my purse and sighed. I had curiosity to thank for our relationship. The night we met, I'd been more than happy to help Deirdre figure out whether she could come from sitting on the seat of a running motorcycle.

On the other hand, my hip still smarted from where I'd banged it in my haste to get out of the bathroom at the automotive store while wearing a makeshift strap-on harness we'd constructed entirely from items we'd found in the aisles.

She batted her eyelashes at me. "Please…"

I kept thinking I ought to put a stop to this foolishness, but damn it, I was curious, too. I hauled her to her feet and gave her a sharp crack across the ass with the ruler. That part didn't need to be figured out.

Dierdre whimpered. Fuck, that sound turned me on.

"Okay," I said. "Fine. Where does the peanut butter go?"