Page 60 of Reawakened


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‘Don’t disobey me, Kitten.’

His eyes flit to the upper corner of the space and I follow his glance. The security camera.

‘They won’t see what’s happening down here...’ his fingers stroke my waist ‘...they’ll only see your face.’

‘But they’ll know.’

‘And?’

My laugh is sultry. ‘Why do I get the sense I’ve turned you?’

He doesn’t respond, only grabs my hips and spins me to face the car. ‘Hands on the roof, Little Kitten.’

I don’t hesitate. The car roof is solid, reassuring, and I pin myself to it, hold myself steady as my insides tremble with the excitement of having his fingers ride my dress up, all the way to my hips, my waist. The cool air sweeps over the bare cheeks of my arse, over the damp strip of my thong that offers no protection against the chill.

‘I won’t change for anyone either.’

His ground-out retort denies that I’ve turned him, made him behave how I want. And though I hear the words, I don’t believe him. I don’t think the Valentine who walked into my boardroom on day one would have done this...

But then the Valentine who Adele spoke of...that’s another story entirely.

Maybe it’s not so much me changing him as it is me taking him back to the man he once was.

And does that mean I’m actually helping him in some way, that it’s not all about him trying to help me?

He leans up against me, his body hard, his teeth grazing my earlobe. ‘You’re so fucking sexy; you bring out the worst in me.’

My lips curve, my eyes flutter closed. ‘And you me.’

‘And you me,sir.’

God. The rush inside makes words impossible.

His hands lower to my bare arse, his fingers massaging my cheeks. ‘Say it, Kitten.’

I’m biting my lip so hard I can’t.

‘You think I won’t spank you here, for fear of people watching, people listening?’

I whimper; my clit is throbbing so painfully it’s all I can do not to drop my hand to it.

He presses his knee between my legs, forcing them to part. Wraps his fist around my hair to drag my head back and bring my mouth to his.

‘You want me to spank you?’ he says against my parted lips, his hand smoothing over one arse cheek.

I wriggle into his grasp, my ‘Yes’ a whimper.

‘I want to hear you say it.’

I stare up into his blazing blues. ‘Spank me, sir, please.’

Pleasure consumes me as his hand comes down on my cheek, a short, sharp spank that has my need soaking up my thong.

‘Are you wet for me, Kitten?’

‘Yes, sir.’

‘Shall I see how wet?’

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