Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72325 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72325 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Then I slid my fingers into her silky hair. Her quick intake of breath might’ve been hiding a soft moan, and it made my cock stir. “Lean your head back,” I whispered.
As expected, my words made her hold her head more rigidly upright. But as I massaged her scalp and occasionally tugged on those soft strands, she grew more relaxed.
Eventually, she did let her head loll backwards. Her hair on my bare chest felt amazing. When I looked down, I could see her face now. Her eyes were closed, and she was biting her lip.
I smoothed her hair away from her ear on one side. Cupping the back of her head with one hand, I supported her while I dipped my head. She moaned softly when I bit her earlobe. “Still think I couldn’t get you to seduce me?”
That got her riled up again. She jumped away from me, whirling around. “You’re a bastard, Slater.”
“Never claimed I wasn’t.”
“And in the fucking mob.”
I didn’t deny that either.
“And a liar,” she concluded.
That was where we differed. “No, I’m not.”
Her eyes flashed. “You told Zoey you’d stay away from me.”
“I did. You’re the one who showed up on my doorstep today, not the other way around. Are you here to arrest me?”
“I would if I could,” she said defiantly as I took a step closer.
“Do you really think that someone like me should be locked up?” I reached out and encircled her right wrist with my fingers.
“Y-yes.” Her voice faltered as I folded her hand behind her back, my fingers still around her wrist.
“Toss me in jail and throw away the key?”
As she nodded, I caught her other wrist and pinned it behind her back, too. The position made her chest stick out—a fact that I wasn’t going to complain about.
I moved forward, forcing her to back up. She looked up at me when she felt the back of the couch behind her.
“So you’re against crime, you must be pro-punishment, correct?”
“Yes,” she whispered, standing her ground. “In most cases.”
“How about now?” I let go of her wrists, spinning her around so that she was facing the back of the sofa. Then I captured her wrists again before she could wiggle away.
“I haven’t committed any crime,” she said, her breath unsteady.
“I disagree, counselor.” I pressed my body against hers, grinding my erection into her ass. “You barged into my place. Called me a liar. Tried to assault me.”
“No, I didn’t—”
“And you’re lying right now.” I squeezed her wrist tighter. “I think you’ve earned yourself some punishment.”
“No, I… I…” Her protest dissolved into a moan as I ground against her once again. Holding her wrists with one hand, I placed the other on her upper back, bending her forward.
To my surprise, she moved with me, not struggling.
Holy shit. Leaning over the back of the sofa made her rise to her toes, with her ass up in the air. It was a position with a lot of potential. A hell of a lot.
Lightly, I glided my hand over her ass. Just like when I’d rubbed her shoulders, she stiffed at first. But as I kneaded her soft backside her tension seemed to melt away. After a minute or two, she was practically purring like a contented cat.
I had her exactly where I wanted her, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted her to want me.
“Crime and punishment, counselor,” I whispered. “Your crime was accusing me of being a liar. Your punishment is a dozen smacks on that sweet ass.”
“No,” she said, but it sounded more like a moan than a protest.
I squeezed her juicy cheek. “Unless you appeal the sentence, that is.”
I paused, my hand digging into her sweet flesh.
She didn’t say anything.
“I guess the prosecution rests.” I wasn’t sure if that was something they said in courtrooms, but at this point, I didn’t fucking care. I didn’t think Maggie did, either.
With my free hand, I tugged up her skirt, each inch revealing more of her creamy thighs. When I saw the first glimpse of her silky blue panties, I grinned. There was a wet spot.
Maggie gasped, aware of the eyeful I was getting. She squirmed for a second but likely realized that made the view even more enticing, so she stopped.
“Good girl,” I soothed. “Take your punishment like a good girl.”
I had to use both hands to get her skirt up over her hips. While I did that, her wrists stayed clasped behind her back, I noted with satisfaction.
I trailed my fingers along the edge of her panties, and she shivered. Fuck, she was gorgeous. Her skin was soft and flawless. Well, at least until it had my handprint on it.
My thumbs dipped under her waistband, and I eased her panties down, her perfect ass revealed before me.
Holy fucking shit. Where had this goddess been all my life?