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She made her way over to him, plucking imaginary lint from her fluffy white towel and inspecting the bedroom carpet. When she reached him she stood an arm’s length away, looking sweet enough to eat.
“Come here and sit on my lap.”
“No!”
“Why not?” He grabbed her wrist and towed her closer.
“I’m too big to sit on your lap.”
Too big? He snorted. “Hardly. Now you have two choices, little Miss Ophelia. Either sit on my lap or lie over it.”
She bit her lip and frowned at him playfully. “But I don’t need a spanking.”
“You also have the option to sit.” He chuckled quietly. “Why am I not surprised you’re more interested in the idea of being spanked than in having a conversation?”
“If I sit on your lap in a towel, I highly doubt we’re going to talk about anything other than what comes up.” She said, glancing pointedly at his jeans.
“Last chance to sit, little girl.”
Her bottom hit his thighs so fast that he chuckled.
“You didn’t like when I spanked you on the trail today?”
“No,” she mumbled.
“No? Why not?” Maybe the chance of getting caught had freaked her out.
“Shut up.”
He raised a brow and she ducked her head, nibbling on the end of her thumb.
“What part didn’t you like?”
She squirmed, and he regretted having put jeans on. He could have been inside her for this conversation. Her pussy was so warm that if the towel hadn’t been between them she probably would have made a mess where she was sitting. Even though she’d just showered, the scent of her arousal was already reaching him. Such a horny little thing, and that suited him just fine.
“Tell me,” he coaxed when her hesitation went on too long.
She traced a finger over the tattoos on his chest, then more shyly over one of his nipple piercings. He had to fight not to react.
“You didn’t pull my pants down,” she whispered, then buried her face in his shoulder.
“You like it better when I spank your bare bottom?”
“Shh! People are going to hear you!” She made a high, distressed noise that was completely adorable.
“They’re going to hear more than that in a few minutes.”
She frowned up at him, and he grinned at her.
“You’re not very nice,” she grumbled.
“Did I ever say I was?”
“No.” She leaned her head against his shoulder again, then grabbed his hand and lifted it to her mouth.
Before he realized what she was doing, she slipped his middle finger in her mouth, latched on, and started to suck. A full body shudder racked through him, and he closed his eyes, surprised at how such an innocuous thing was turning him on. God—everything this woman did was an aphrodisiac.
“What are you doing?” he said huskily, seriously thinking of throwing her down on the bed and shoving his painfully hard cock into her mouth.
