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“I know,” he says without a care and walks to the kitchen. “But we’re starving, and I don’t have anything to cook unless you went grocery shopping.”
“It’s on my to-do list.” The casualness between us, like nothing sexual happened moments ago, feels weird. I don’t think I like it. But then it could be because it’s new to me and uncomfortable. Focus on the now.
“Want some coffee?”
“Coffee sounds good.” I could sleep with all the energy I just used. “Cocoa sounds better, but I haven’t bought any yet.” Something else to add to the list. I look at the restaurants. “Which place is good?” I have no idea.
“There aren’t many, as you can see. They’re all pretty good. Depends on what you want. Barbecue? Burgers? Mexican?”
“There’s a Mexican restaurant around here?” That’s new. I scroll further down. A place I liked in Honeycomb comes up. They have the best soups and use produce from a local farm.
“Want soup?” I walk to the kitchen, wishing I had socks. I need to shower, too.
“Soup?” He glances over his shoulder, his profile and messy, damp hair romance-cover worthy.
“It’s a restaurant near Honeycomb. I used to love it.”
“Do they have meat?”
“They have chili.” I scan the menu. “Oh wait. They have subs now.”
“I’ll have whatever has the most meat.”
“One meat lovers sub coming up,” I add it to the cart along with my cheddar and broccoli soup. “Done. It’ll be here in 35 to 45 minutes.”
Easton hands me a cup of coffee. “Did you add the cream?”
He nods.
“And one sweetener?” I took some from Everleigh’s house when we got into town, assuming he wouldn’t have any.
He nods and smirks. “I know how you take your coffee. And now I know how you take your orgasms.”
I blush under his intense stare. “And how’s that?”
“With a good spanking.”
Chapter 19
Easton
I follow the trail through the woods that hugs the lake and push myself to go faster. Sweat coats my skin, even in the chilly morning temperature.
After sleeping like shit, wondering why Sadie disappeared into her room last night without a peep, I decided to punish myself with a run.
I understand messing around with a man who isn’t her boyfriend, or a potential boyfriend, would leave Sadie in unchartered territory. I understand she wouldn’t know how to act or proceed. Her nature is to question and put meaning to everything. I had no idea she would ghost me after the hottest make-out session I’ve ever had—and the hottest I’m certain she’s experienced.
I hadn’t planned to spank her. I was going to join her in the hot tub and see what she’d do. Then she swam away, encouraging the chase, and I went rogue. When I brought up the spanking and she challenged the topic, curiosity got the best of me. How would she react? If she didn’t like it, I was prepared to stop. Once that small yet plump ass was in my face, I admit I almost lost my cool. I spanked her lightly, and she didn’t reject the act. She moaned. So I spanked her again, and it became clear she liked it.
When I touched her sweet heat and found how wet she was, I had to remind myself not to push her further. This was her first time being spanked. I didn’t want to scare her, but damn, if my brain didn’t visualize multiple ways to take her in that hot tub. She was so turned on, she might have let me.
It was all I could do to keep from burying myself in her tight walls—so tight I barely fit three fingers inside her. She liked being stretched. Her reactions were dead giveaways. She’ll need that if I’m to fit inside her. I might not be the heir to the Livingston throne, but I’m heir to a huge dick. She couldn’t even fit her dainty hand around the girth of it. Fucking her would be a sweet kind of torture for both of us.
I didn’t have a plan for how to end the night. That’s a lie. I wanted to do more with her and see how far she was willing to go. To my disappointment, she didn’t feel the same. She escaped to her room and that was the end of it. I’d waited to see if she’d re-emerge after her shower. Hell, I hoped she’d ask me to join her.
I spent the night envisioning doomed scenarios. She regrets what we did. She’s upset. She hates me. She hates herself. She’s gone.
That last thought haunted me until I got so desperate I checked on her early this morning. She hadn’t locked her bedroom door. I opened it enough to peer into the room and found her asleep on her side in the bed. Her maple hair fell over the pillow behind her. I wanted to bury my nose in it and inhale her sweet scent. I wanted to climb in that bed and cuddle her naked body. From what I could see above the covers that came up to the middle of her back, she was nude.
