Page 137 of That Rush

“How hard?”

“Enough that I feel it.”

“You tell me if it’s too much.”

“I will.”

He releases my wrists and pulls me from the bed.

Aiden turns me toward the reading chair and presses one hand between my shoulder blades.

“Bend over.”

I grip the arms of the chair and lower myself across the back. The leather presses beneath my breasts, leaving my ass exposed behind me.

Aiden runs one palm over it.

“Spread your legs.”

I step wider.

His fingers slide between my thighs and through the wet mixture already coating me. He pushes two fingers into my pussy, and the sound is obscene in the quiet room.

“So fucking wet.”

“You left evidence.”

“I plan to leave more.”

He withdraws his fingers and grips my hips.

The first smack lands across my ass.

The sharp sting pulls a gasp from me.

Aiden immediately rubs his palm over the heated skin. “Too much?”

“No.”

“Again?”

“Yes.”

The second slap is harder.

Pleasure follows the sting so quickly that my pussy clenches.

Aiden sees it.

“Fuck, baby. You like that.”

I look over my shoulder. “You sound surprised.”

“I’m trying not to lose my mind.”

“Try harder.”

His hand lands against my ass again.