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I walk over to the back of the couch and lean on it with my forearms, watching her wistful expression. “I’m aware.”

“So bossy.”

I made a sound of agreement.

“You’re always one step away from spanking me it seems.” She sounds disgruntled.

The very idea of it has my cock hardening. “I might just do that one day.”

My words catch her attention, and she looks vaguely surprised. “You want to spank me?” She struggles to look outraged and it’s a cute effort to watch. “I’m not a kid.”

“Oh, I know.” My words are heavy with meaning.

She blushes before realizing she’s losing this discussion. “I won’t let you,” she declares loudly.

I smirk then. “I sincerely doubt you’ll be in a position to protest much.”

She glares me, mutinously, and then suddenly her hands are reaching out and she’s grabbing a handful of my shirt to both propel herself up and pull me down.

Her mouth smashes against mine and I taste the sweet alcohol. I can also feel the sudden panic in her at initiating the kiss and I immediately take control of it, cradling the back of her head, my other hand stroking her jaw, teasing her lips with my own before sliding my tongue in her mouth.

She gasps and I curl my tongue against hers, sucking it, while my hand which was touching her jaw so tenderly goes to her hair and winds in it, grabbing a fistful to keep her in place as her back arches, her nipples stiff with want, and I think how easy it would be to take her, to bend her over the arm of the couch and rip her clothes off, to part her legs and fuck her raw as she howls my name.

And she would let me.

Regretfully though, I would never do that while she is seemingly drunk. So, I pull away, my eyes taking in her flushed expression, her dazed eyes, her swollen lips. “You’re too drunk,” I say regretfully.

She blinks at me, uncomprehendingly.

I continue, “You’re not fully aware of what you’re doing.”

She sits up, and annoyance flashes on her face. “Am too!”

I chuckle, caressing her face. “No, you’re not. And I’m not the kind of man to take advantage of a woman while she’s inebriated.”

Her smile is sly then, as she tilts her head. “But I’m your woman.”

My cock hardens almost painfully as my hand reaches for her hair and grips a fistful tightly, making her gasp as she’s forced to look at me. “Yes, you are. Never forget that.”

She takes a shuddering breath, lust in her hazel eyes. “When you do that, it just makes me want to crawl at your feet and let you do whatever you want to me.”

r /> If this is Kendall’s attempt to seduce me, she’s doing a magnificent job of it.

I groan and release her. “You’re a menace.”

“Want to fuck it out of me?” She smirks at me.

I clench my teeth. “Behave.”

She frowns then, clearly realizing her efforts are for naught. “You know what your problem is?” She waves her hands dramatically, knocking over a cushion.

I wait but she seems to have forgotten what she has to say and is now staring at her upraised arms. “What was I saying?”

“You were telling me about my problem?” I say helpfully.

She clears her throat and with renewed determination, she continues, “Your problem is that you can’t get it up. You’ve lost your libido.”

I glance down at the bulge in my pants that’s aching, and murmur, “I hardly think that’s the problem.”

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