I furrowed my brows, and I dropped my hand to her waist. There was no way she’d sobered up. I remembered her clinging to her beer like it was a lifeline. “What? But you got sick?”
She grimaced. “Alright. Not the best topic of discussion in the middle of a hookup, but I guess we might as well get it out of the way. So, you know how we picked up Taco Bell on the way home? Cleo and I had been starving because neither of us had really eaten that day. I’d scarfed down three soft tacos, but she’d said hers had tasted funny and didn’t finish.”
Oh no.
“Apparently, I should’ve followed her cue because the tacos combined with leftover alcohol on an empty stomach had mygag reflex kicking in, and… Well, let’s just say they weren’t a great combination.”
“You weren’t drunk?”
“I hadn’t had a drop of liquor in over two hours by the time we got home,” she said. “I was perfectly in control of myself”—she leaned in and pressed a kiss to my left cheek—“and my actions”—another kiss on the right—“and my desires…” This time, she gently pressed her lips to mine.
“What about now?” I asked breathlessly.
Lennox smirked, circling her hips in a slow taunt. “No alcohol in sight.”
I quirked a brow. “What about tacos? Should I have a hazmat suit on hand?”
“Haven’t touched them in four months—which is truly a travesty because they used to be one of my favorite foods.”
Lennox ran her hands up her thighs, looking up through long lashes as she gripped the hem of her shirt. I sucked in a sharp breath as she slowly—so fucking slowly—lifted the fabric over her head and let it fall to the floor.
“Christ, killer…” I whispered, running my gaze across her nearly naked body. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
Even though it was dark, I didn’t miss the blush creeping across her cheeks. She smiled, preening under my attention as she leaned back, putting herself on display for me. Then she moved, rolling those fucking hips and drawing a noise out of me that I didn’t recognize. That body would be the goddamn death of me. “Gee, Bishop… The way you’re reacting might make a girl think you like what you see.”
I bit out a harsh laugh, letting my hands travel up her thighs to her hips, holding her in place. “Well, you’re topless and grinding down on my dick like it’s an Olympic sport.”
Lennox’s lips parted in an O shape. “How close am I to getting a medal?”
The tingling in my spine told me she was pretty fuckingclose to going for gold. What the hell was wrong with me? “You’re such a brat.”
“What’re you going to do about it, old man? You gonna spank me?”
Yeah, I fucking am.
Lennox screamed as I lifted her off my lap and draped her across my knee. I ran my hand beneath the hem of her shorts, palming the plush curve of her ass. My fingers swept along the edge of her panties.
Fucking. Soaked.
I liked being in control, and I liked the thought of punishing her smart mouth and making her beg even more. Throughout my years, I’d found that some women believed they enjoyed being bratty and dominated more than they actually liked the reality of it.
But Lennox was made to smart off. She loved the way I took control, the way I promised the mixture of pain and pleasure.
“These shorts have to go,” I said, reaching for the elastic band and pulling them down her legs. She was left in nothing but a scrap of pale pink fabric that barely covered her ass. “Too many fucking layers.” I reached over, lifting her blonde hair out of her face. I wanted to watch every expression flicker across her face.
“So, you are going to spank me?” she asked breathlessly, peering at me from over her shoulder.
I smiled, running my hand along the length of her spine. “I want to,” I said honestly. “I know we didn’t talk about this last time, but if this isn’t something you like…”
Lennox laughed. “Being spanked by you would be a highlight.”
“That so?”
She nodded. “I liked the things you said last time. The names and wicked promises…”
I squeezed her ass, and she moaned. “You like the thought of being a slut for me, killer?”
And then I struck. My palm landed against her soft flesh, and the sound echoed throughout the barn. Her eyes flew open, a gasp leaving her lips as she bucked against my hold.
