Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 109640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
“No.”
“Can I go take a shower first?”
“Also no.” He pulled up the back of her shirt so he could see the waistline of the fake leather pants. “How do I get these off?”
“With my boots still on? You don’t.”
“I only need access to your ass.”
He not only felt the rush of breath come from her, he heard it.
“Well?” he prodded.
“You expect me to help you pull my pants down so you can spank me like a naughty child?”
“I won’t be spanking you like a naughty child, I promise you that.”
“Well, now I’m fully on board with your plan.”
“Your words don’t match your tone.”
“Of course they don’t!” she yelled. “It was sarcasm.”
He wedged his hand between her and his lap, checking for a button or zipper at her waist. He found none. “How the hell did you get these on?”
“They’re made from Spandex. Ever hear of it? It’s a space-aged fabric that stretches.”
“You just added to your count.” He grabbed the waistband of her pants and worked them down.
“Crew…”
“Careful with what you say next,” he warned. “The more difficult you are, the more swats you’re going to get.
“Swats,” she echoed on a ragged breath.
“I want you to remember this moment later tonight when you’re at Hawg Wild.”
“You want me to remember what an asshole you are? That’s hard to forget.”
“I want you to remember the result of you having a smart mouth and not listening to orders.”
“Do you spank your other team members?”
“I don’t need to. They respect my authority.” And he was damn sure if he tried that, he’d be on the receiving end of a bullet between the eyes. “Did you just snort at that?”
“No.”
“You earned yourself another swat for lying.” He worked her pants down farther, slowly exposing her luscious ass cheeks.
No panties. Again. She’d been at that fucking bar without panties. Jesus Christ.
“Crew,” she breathed and wiggled again.
“Worried?”
“No.”
“Excited?”
He didn’t get an answer and that was answer enough.
He pulled in a deep breath as he studied her bare ass displayed before him. It was as perfect as he remembered.
When he skimmed his palms over one bare ass cheek, then the other, he heard her shuddered breath.
Oh, sure, she’d been kidding. Her reactions proved otherwise.
He trailed a finger over the globes of her ass, then down her crease and didn’t stop until he reached where she was hot and damp.
Her tremble shook his lap.
In truth, he hadn’t planned on actually spanking her. It had only been an empty threat to mess with her. But now that he had her in position…
He was tempted.
His palm itched to make contact. And not in a gentle way. In a way that would make her want and ask for more.
And make him want to give her more.
He’d been with women who liked and preferred rough sex. He had spanked them, too. They encouraged him to strike them harder, to the point of turning their flesh red. To make it hot and swollen, or to even leave handprints behind.
Surprisingly, he discovered he liked it… To a point. Once it passed the point of pleasure and turned into pain, he only continued because that was what they wanted. What they demanded.
It wasn’t what he wanted. For him, it went quickly from a turn-on to a turn-off.
Despite that, he’d had the best sex with some of those women because they had very few limits. However, would he want that type of sex every day? Hell no. While it could be a fun twist, he wasn’t into that lifestyle.
“Crew.”
Cami was completely quivering now. It had to be in anticipation because it was definitely not in fear. And, again, she made no move to get off his lap, even though she was free to do so.
She wanted this.
It just so happened that he wanted to give it to her.
One side of his mouth pulled up as he studied her flawless, creamy skin.
His target.
He lifted his hand so the only contact between them was her stomach on his thighs and rock-hard cock. When he hesitated with his hand in the air, she jerked.
Oh yes. Anticipation.
In a murmur, he reminded her of what she said. “You’re not into this, remember?”
“I said—”
His palm made contact with her flesh, mixing the sharp crack with her gasp. He looked at the red spot left behind.
“Holy shit,” she breathed, turning her face enough so he could finally see it. Her eyes were wide and her pupils expanded. Her mouth was gaped open and color tinged her cheeks.
Her eyes followed his hand as he slowly raised it again and when he paused, her nostrils flared. He dropped it hard and fast on her other cheek. Once again, a sharp crack filled the air as she twisted slightly and blew out a breath.
Two red spots now marred her normally golden skin.
His cock was so hard and aching so fucking bad, he swore it was about to explode.