Page 71 of Calling a Cease-Fire

I bit my lip thinking he was too gentle, but was I about to admit that? “I want to feel it.”

He slapped my ass again, harder this time, and I hissed through my teeth at the bite of pain. Pausing for a moment, he ran his hand over the affected area before switching to the other cheek, making it burn too.

“You didn’t answer my question earlier.” He peppered my backside with two more swats.

My breathing came in shallow, short pants and my pussy was already dripping. “What question was that?”

Another slap against my skin echoed around us. “Are you bringing a date?”

I was afraid my answer would stop the fun, but I wasn’t about to lie to him either.

“Yes,” I whispered, so low I wasn’t sure he’d heard me.

He was quiet, and I was scared to look back at him, but I couldn’t stop myself. Once I glanced over my shoulder, I wished I hadn’t. The look of pain and disbelief on his face made my gut clench.

I tried to convey in my eyes that it wasn’t what he thought. “He’s just a friend.”

His hand came back around the front of my neck, under my jaw, raising me up flush against his chest. His lips and warm breath brushing my ear sent pleasure racing through my system.

“Friends like us?” he hissed.

I shook my head, at least as much as I could within his hold. “No. Not like us. Not like that.”

Why in the hell was it turning me on so much that he was being so possessive? I should hate it. Definitely not encourage it. But damn, it made me want to get on my knees and show him that I was his. Even if I couldn’t give him forever, I could give him right now.

“There’s no one else, Zack. I promise.” The words were a plea, and I prayed he could hear that.

“Good.” He lowered me back to the table and ran his hand over my ass cheeks. “How’s it feel?”

“Stings a little bit.” I bucked against his hand when he slid two fingers between my legs.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby.”

I smiled. We were back to baby. “You make me that way.”

“You liked that?” He dipped his digits inside of me and I cried out, arching my hips up to give him more access.

The chime of the ring camera sounded through the kitchen, and he swatted my ass. “Do not move. I’m not done with you yet.”

I huffed in frustration as he removed his fingers, sucking them clean as he walked away.

Did he seriously lick my arousal off his fingers like he’d stuck them in a bowl of cookie dough?

Less than a minute later, he returned and, without another word, his hand went back between my legs. As he drew them out then thrust them back in again, he leaned down and whispered in my ear, “You’re going to come on my hand before we eat.”

It wasn’t a question. And my arousal amped up even higher at the raspy sound of his voice.

“What if I want your cock instead?”

“Later. I don’t like to be rushed. I want to take my time with you.”

I smiled, knowing exactly how much I wanted that too.

His fingers moved inside me, targeting that perfect spot he found quickly and worked hard. Within minutes, he had me close to the edge. My core tightened, and spasms tore through me as I moaned his name. Collapsing onto the table, I gasped when I felt his tongue on me, lapping and licking me clean.

Jesus, who was this man?

He peppered kisses over the heated skin of my ass, and then worked my thong and leggings back up my legs. He helped me stand, then turned me toward him, cupping my face. My gut flipped at the vulnerability in his eyes. I didn’t deserve it, and it killed me that I couldn’t give him everything he wanted. Everything he deserved.