I raised an eyebrow. “It’s not the only thing that happens.”
She went still.
Plate in her lap. Blanket forgotten.
"We have time?" she asked.
"Eat first," I said.
"Wyatt—"
"Eat." I handed it back. "You need the calories."
She stared at me for a second.
Then she looked down at her eggs and started eating very quickly.
When she was done she set the plate on the nightstand and looked at me.
I took both plates and put them on the floor.
“On your hands and knees, baby.”
Once again, she stared.
I just…watched her. “You wanna do this or not?”
She did—so she did as she was told.
Got on her hands and knees, the blankets sliding away.
I took in the sight of her…the hickey on her inner thigh, her swollen, already-wet pussy. I felt bad for a second, until she rocked her hips back toward me.
“Well?” she asked.
Sassy.
I ran my hand down her spine, slow, shoulders to tailbone, and felt her shiver.
"You've got a smart mouth," I said.
"I know."
"Said some things last night that were a little—" I palmed her ass, squeezed once. "Mouthy."
She sucked in a breath. "Are you seriously?—"
I brought my hand down.
Not hard. Just enough. The sound of it was sharp in the quiet morning and she gasped and her elbows nearly buckled.
"Wyatt—"
"That's for the dirty mouth." I smoothed my hand over the spot. "You good?"
"Yes." Breathless. "Do it again."
"I said it was a correction, not a reward."
