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)
Her enjoying him spanking her was so damn unexpected.
Would she enjoy it with other men? Or was Crew the only one who could dole out that “punishment” and make her almost orgasm from that alone?
Either way, it was Crew sitting there waiting. No one else.
And she didn’t want it to be anyone else.
Sure, he was older than her.
Sure, he could be somewhat cocky.
Sure, he could be frustratingly bossy.
But she was no wilting violet. She could meet him head-to-head and she liked that challenge. It kept them both on their toes.
She needed a man who could handle her personality, her sense of humor, and what she did for a living.
The man watching her peel off her leggings could do that.
Plus, he was sexy as all get out.
Not only was he a natural leader, he could handle a bunch of shit thrown at him. It came from all sides, too. From the job, his ex, his own children and even his brothers.
The first being stressful, the second aggravating, the third heartbreaking and the rest? All in good fun.
Did she add to it? Of course.
“Why the hell are you grinning?” Suspicion laced his voice.
“Am I?”
His gray eyes narrowed on her. “Do you have something up your sleeve?”
She flung her arms out as she turned in front of him. “How can I when I’m not even wearing sleeves? Do you need glasses? If you haven’t noticed, I’m naked.”
“My eyesight is perfect.”
“But yet, you still sit there despite that.”
He patted his lap. “That’s because you need to come to me.”
“Aaah, I missed the memo.”
“That memo only has two words…”
She cocked an eyebrow. “And they are?”
“Come here.”
His gaze scorched her bare skin as she traveled the short distance separating them. As she did so, her pussy pulsed, her nipples beaded tightly and her lips parted as her breath quickened.
She could already feel the impact on her ass.
“You’re lucky you’re good in bed because your personality has a lot to be desired,” she teased as she draped herself over his lap. Very willingly, of course.
“Ditto.”
His cock was so hard beneath her stomach, she might as well be lying on a steel pipe. The discomfort had to be worse for him. “Do you prefer women who do as they’re told? Women who are dependent and soft spoken? The total opposite of me?”
When she wiggled to find a more comfortable position, a sharp intake of air made her still.
“You’re playing with fire, woman.”
“What’s a few blisters?”
“On my hand or your ass?”
It was her turn to suck in a breath. “I want to get wet, but not from tears.”
“I doubt you would cry.”
She actually considered that a compliment. “Can you please remember that I’m not a naughty child. I’m a horny woman.”
“I never once spanked my children.”
“Only women?”
When he didn’t answer, she twisted her head enough to glance up at him. He was studying her ass while his fingers skimmed lightly over both cheeks.
He met her eyes. “Only ones who asked.”
Huh. “I didn’t ask, so why me?”
“Because you deserve it.”
With a grin, she rolled her eyes. “Okay, boss man.”
“Just for that…”
His palm struck her so hard, she jolted against him. “Damn!” Once she breathed through the sting, she urged him to, “Do it again.”
“Are you in a position to make demands?”
Actually, she was since she was sure he’d comply with anything she asked. However, this wasn’t serious, it was all play to her.
Foreplay they both got off on.
“I’d say yes.”
“Wrong.”
His serious, even slightly dangerous, tone made her laugh, but she choked on it as he swatted her ass again. This time on the other cheek.
Holy shit. It hurt so damn good.
She might have a bruise after this. Not on her ass, but on her lower stomach where his cock pressed. If possible, he was now even harder.
She wiggled against him just enough to cause him to groan. “Now I see why you couldn’t do this naked.”
As she waited for the next strike, it didn’t come.
She figured he was holding off so she wouldn’t anticipate the next one. But as the seconds ticked off, she didn’t feel the movement of his body as he lifted his arm or the rush of air as he let it drop.
“Crew…” As she tried to flip over to see what the problem was, he pressed a hand against her back to keep her in place.
Could she get free? Of course. It wouldn’t take much.
But something was up…
Was he having second thoughts? A panic attack? Was he frozen in fear?
Holy shit…
“I knew it,” she whispered, then repeated it a lot louder. “I knew it!”
“Shut up, Cami.”
She’d been right. He was scared to death about where this was headed.
If she had to admit it, she was, too.
But unlike him, her reason didn’t have anything to do with an evil ex making her life miserable. Wasn’t the saying… Once burned, twice shy?