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I’m satisfied with that for now. “Yes. I can.”

He hums against my neck. “Good. By the way, I just remembered that I still haven’t given you your spanking from the other night.”

I roll onto my side again, facing away from him and wiggling my ass against his hard length. Teasing him so that he’ll snap enough to relieve some of the tension in him. This is the way I help him deal with whatever was going on in his life, isn’t it? It’s not perfect, but it’s what we have for now. “Surely, you want to do that right now?” I feign my protest.

He nips at my earlobe. “Yes.”

“Even though I’m all warm and snuggly and you could just slide your cock inside me and fuck me back to sleep instead?”

His cock jerks against me as though it has a mind of its own and is signaling it prefers the latter option. “Yes, even though,” he growls.

“But I’ve been a good girl tonight, sir. I’m not sure I deserve a spanking,” I purr. “You were the naughty one who threatened to break someone’s arm.”

Another feral growl. “Well, you know I’m an only child. I don’t play well with others. And I definitely do not share my favorite toys.”

His hand dips between my thighs once more, fingers sliding easily through my slick center and nudging at my opening. I suppress a satisfied groan. “So, I’m just a toy?”

“Mh-hmm,” he murmurs against my neck, aware of the game I’m playing. The vibration of his mouth on my skin sends shivers down my spine. “But not just any toy. My favorite one.” He slides a finger inside me.

I gasp at the intrusion. “You’re a very bad man.”

“Yes I am, and we both know that.” Abruptly, he slips his hand from between my thighs and sits up with his back against the headboard. “So get your ass up here. Now.”

I groan loudly, feigning a protest as I shuffle until I’m lying across him with my bare ass over his lap. A nervous energy thrums around my entire body. I adore his spankings, and the aftercare even more so. He slides his warm hands over my ass cheeks and groans. “This ass is fucking incredible. I’m going to turn it a beautiful shade of pink, and then I’m going to fuck it.”

My thighs clench together at the thought. This man is a devil, and I love him so much that sometimes I feel like I can hardly breathe through the intensity of the feelings he stirs in me. As if reading my mind, he cups my chin with his hand and turns my head before kissing me softly.

“Te quiero, princesa.”

“I love you too.”

That’s all the tenderness I’m getting for now, and a second later, his hand lands sharply on the fleshy part of my ass cheek, sending a jolt of heat and pleasure shooting through me. Alejandro gives two types of spankings—one for punishment and one for pleasure. This is most definitely the latter. But both make him hard—and me hot, wet and needy.

He lands a dozen more strokes before he slides two of his thick fingers inside me, and the sound of my arousal fills the room as he drags them in and out. When he stops, I glance over my shoulder to see him sucking them clean. My core contracts with need.

“Your cream tastes so much sweeter after a spanking.” Then he slaps my ass again, making me groan. “I think I should put you over my knee every single day. What do you think about that idea?”

“Yes,” I pant out loud, and he laughs darkly.

“That’s my good girl.”

Yes, I am his good girl. I’ll be whatever he needs, because he’s everything I need too.

Chapter

Eight

ALEJANDRO

Alana and I arrive back at the house the morning after our hotel stay, a part of me relieved to see it’s still standing given that we left Lucia here last night. To my relief, my staff tell me she caused no trouble at all, and we find her sitting cross-legged on the sofa in the den, eating a bowl of cereal. It seems to be her favorite food.

My night with Alana has certainly helped take the edge off any lingering resentment about the kid lying to us anyway. Maybe the conversation about having our own kids did too. Whatever she represents, Lucia Ramos is still a child in need. My wife would never turn her back on her, and it looks like I won’t either.

She grins when she sees us. “Hey guys. Did you have a good night?”

Alana sits down beside her on the sofa. “Yes, it was a lot of fun.”

“Yeah, it was,” I add. “And we ran into an ex of Alana’s. That was really fun, wasn’t it?”