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“Fifteen?”

I just shook my head.

“Twenty? Twenty-five? That ought to be enough that everyone will see your reddened ass tomorrow in that teeny tiny suit of yours. And you’ll want to hide it, but you won’t be able to sit down.”

His palm slapped down, and kept coming, rhythmically shooting fire across my entire bottom—a fire that soon started turning into something else. Something darker and overpowering. Something that had me not caring how many strokes I got or if other people saw.

“Felix!” I cried, my head rearing up as tremors started through me. “Please! Oh God!”

His splayed hand still pinning me in place, he reached down between my legs with the other and slid his fingers into my slit.

“So fucking wet. Such a bad girl.” Three of those digits shoved into me, pumping in and out while he held me at his mercy. “Now, you’re going to come for me this way, punished over my lap, helpless to do anything but obey since you were so naughty.”

“No…” I moaned, but we both knew better.

He finger-fucked me relentlessly, driving me higher and higher while I wailed for mercy I didn’t want. When his thumb flicked down over my clit, I was lost. I shook, flying into my climax and barely noticing I was moving until my punished ass hit the blankets and Felix was driving into me, pushing my release further while he groaned over me.

“So fucking good,” he growled. “Give me this pussy. Open up and take everything from me. I’m gonna fill you right up and mark you again as mine. Never. Never letting you go. Never letting you escape me.”

He shoved my knees wide, pounding deep like a jackhammer splitting me open for him and revealing all my vulnerable parts.

I was still coming—or maybe coming again—when he grunted over me and his heat flooded into me, filling me and spilling out to roll onto my burning ass, along with my own wetness.

“I love you,” he panted into my ear. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. I always have. Promise.”

He nodded, his hand palming my cheek. His lips pressed over mine, and I was lost again.

Chapter Ten

~ Breezy ~

I had never ached so much the morning after sex, not even after our first time, but I’d never had marathon loving like last night, either. Just when we’d finished, it seemed as if we’d take a breath and start again.

And I had zero regrets. If I felt like this every morning for the rest of my life…well, life would probably be short because no one could sustain this. But damn…no complaints. At all.

Sneaking out of bed, I wrapped up in Felix’s button down, which wasn’t destroyed like my shirt. The tails went nearly to my knees. Loving being wrapped in his scent, I headed into the kitchen to make coffee and find something healthy for breakfast for us. Since I’d been keeping tabs on his fridge this week, I knew there was plenty.

“I need carbs this morning,” he called after me. He hadn’t taken his reading yet, but at this point, he knew when he was too low. So I’d get him some good, healthy carbs along with the generous dose of protein.

“Make sure,” I called back.

“So bossy,” he grumbled. “Maybe, you need another spanking.”

“Maybe,” I sassed.

Making a stop into the bathroom to take care of morning business, I stopped before the full length mirror and turned my back to it, lifting the shirt’s tails and taking a look. I bit my lip, smiling and wincing at the same time.

There was no mistaking the handprints on my rear. Contrary to what he’d said, I’d be wearing shorts today, so no one would see this private thing between us. But he was probably right about sitting on the hard wood bench in the lifeguard stand. Not happening.

Felix smirked at me when I came out of the bathroom. No doubt he knew exactly what I’d been doing the last few moments.

“I’m wearing shorts today, Mr. Ego,” I said.

“Whatever gets you through the day. Wear comfortable shoes for all that standing.”

“I don’t like you as much this morning as I did last night.”

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