Page 81 of My Favorite Hero

I smacked her ass harder. “Then stay out of fucking trees.”

“What are you doing?” she shrieked. “Let me down.”

I kept walking, cutting through the closet, heading upstairs, tapping her butt every step. “Be quiet.”

In my room, I set her on her feet, and she stepped back, glaring.

“Are you done manhandling me now?”

“I’m just getting started.”

“Who do you think⁠—”

I held up my hand, silencing her.

“Get on your knees, Pixie.”

Her eyes went wide.

I pointed to the floor.

“Now.”

CASEY

His commanding words and the way he was towering over me, furious and bossy, shouldn’t have turned me on.

But they did.

The moment I heard his voice earlier, I knew it was okay. I was okay. Jesse would rescue me and make sure I was safe.

But right now, he was angry. Mad that I had climbed the tree. Furious because it was for wind chimes. Turned on because I defied him. Demanding my compliance to lessen his anxiety.

Anxiety I had caused him.

He wanted to rebalance the scales.

I dropped to my knees.

He glared down at me, his shoulders stiff, breathing hard. His hair was all over the place, his hands fisted tightly. He tore his shirt over his head, his chest pumping hard.

He stared at me, his silent command screaming in the air.

I pulled down his sweats, his erect cock springing free.

Hard, leaking, and needing me.

We hadn’t done this yet. It seemed only right it happen now.

I wrapped my hand around him, his skin soft over the rock-hard feeling of his cock. I pumped him a couple of times, and he hissed, moving closer.

“If I wanted a hand job, Pixie, I’d do it myself.”

His voice was low, rough with desire.

The independent woman side of me was screaming, telling me to rise to my feet and tell him to jerk himself off.

The wanton, horny side of me slapped her and covered her mouth with duct tape.