Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 94205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
“You never have to have an excuse to touch me,” she told him.
“Good to know, pretty girl.” He ran his hand down her back and squeezed her ass.
Ooh. She liked that.
“Aren’t you going to take your boxers off?”
“You ready for that?” he asked. “You looked a bit worried before.”
Her eyes widened. “Do I have a reason to be worried?”
He grinned. “Of course not, pretty girl. Get your ass into the shower.”
She opened the door and stepped in. It was hot and steamy and as she turned around to let it spray down on her shoulders, she started to relax.
Then he stepped in behind her. And she couldn’t help but run her gaze all over him. If she only had him for tonight, she was going to take in as much of him as she could.
Imprint him on her memory.
And whoa . . . he’d definitely released the Kraken. Not that it was monstrous, exactly. But it was definitely impressive.
“Concerned?” he asked, moving closer and crowding her against the wall. Which seemed to be his signature move.
“Nope.”
He leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Little liars get their bottoms spanked.”
“Promises, promises.” Oh, dear Lord. Where did that come from?
“Are you feeling neglected, baby girl? Or is it that you want your spanking?”
“No, no, nope!” She shook her head frantically.
“Oh, I think you do. At least part of it. Turn around.”
Shit.
Why had she let her mouth run away on her?
Damn it.
She turned without argument, though. The last thing she needed was to add to the spanking she had coming.
“Put your hands on the tiles and spread your legs. Push that ass out.”
This was crazy. Was she really going to get her ass spanked in a shower? With a man who she’d met a week ago?
Well, you did just let him finger you to orgasm in front of a mirror. So . . . is this such a stretch?
“Now, what are we up to? Twenty-seven?”
Good Lord. She wasn’t sitting tomorrow.
“Actually, I think it’s probably more than that now.”
She moaned as he rubbed her bottom.
Would he just get on with it?
“But I think we’ll just start with five.”
That seemed a small number. Was he being nice? Going easy on her?
“Of course, it will probably hurt more with your ass wet.”
And there it was. Not so generous, after all.
“Fuck, baby. This ass is to die for. I cannot wait to see your bottom grow pink. I want to tip you over my knee and spank your butt until you realize that I mean it when I say you’re not to speak badly about yourself. That you don’t need to apologize all the time because everything is not your fault.”
She closed her eyes at his words, taking them in. He really meant that, didn’t he? And she did that. She took everything on herself. Because she’d been taught, first by Chandler and Emily, then by Axel, that everything was her fault.
She’d been their scapegoat.
They’d constantly made her feel like she wasn’t good enough.
And she deserved better.
It felt like a weight had started to lift off her shoulders.
She deserved someone like this man.
He kissed the back of her neck. Then his hand landed with a slap which sounded so loud. She jumped, then groaned as heat exploded across her skin.
Why did that feel good and yet it hurt at the same time?
Another two landed.
Holy. Crap.
He wasn’t lying when he said they would hurt when wet. Not that she had anything to compare this to. She guessed it would hurt, no matter what.
The last two were given and she leaned against the tile, her legs shaking.
He pressed himself in behind her, his thick erection against the small of her back.
“That’s my good girl. You took your punishment so well. Of course, that is just a small taste of what you have coming. And at the rate you earn punishment, you won’t ever sit comfortably again.”
Right. But that only worked if they were going to be together forever.
But she pushed that thought to the back of her mind. She was tired of thinking about the future.
He suddenly spun her, taking her mouth with his in a move that surprised her.
When he drew back, she stared up at him.
“So it works for that too.” He drew back and reached for the hotel shower gel, that she hadn’t even seen him put there.
“What does?”
“Kissing works to quieten your mind as well as your mouth.”
His kisses did. They were like drugs. Even when he started washing her down, she didn’t find herself worrying about anything.
She was still riding a kissing high.
A Butch-kissing high.
“Damn, baby girl. This body. Fucking gorgeous.” He moved his hands down her breasts and over her belly. “Can you see from how hard I am, how much I want you?”
He was most definitely hard.
In fact . . .
“Do I get to touch you?” she asked as he washed her legs. She’d never actually had anyone wash her. Not since she was a child.