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“Believe me, this is hurting you a lot more than it’s hurting me.”
She grimaced, then braced herself for his next smack. Instead, his open hand came to rest on her butt, and she had the distinct impression he was copping a feel.
“Whatcha doin’ back there, Dex?”
He snatched his hand away and cleared his throat, but he still sounded a little hoarse. “Have you learned your lesson?”
“Uhmm.”
“Well? Have you?”
“I wonder if Kenny knows he’s got a dust bunny under his bed.”
He smacked her, then sighed. “Now have you learned your lesson?”
“I can’t believe you’re wearing brown socks with blue pants.”
A long silence. Finally, “This isn’t working, is it?”
“Maybe we should try it naked and see if that improves things.”
She tensed, waiting for him to get all stodgy and let her go. But he surprised her again by giving a resigned sigh. “An excellent idea.”
A thrill shot through her as he tugged up her long skirt and flipped it over her head. His palm settled over her bare bottom, and she shivered.
She waited in anticipation, but his hand didn’t move.
“Torie . . . your panties . . .”
“Yes?”
“Where are they?”
“Look for a tiny little strap of flesh-colored silk.”
“I don’t see any—Oh, there it is.” His voice had developed a rasp. “Kind of wedged down between . . .”
“I’m sure a more experienced man would have found it right away.”
“I have plenty of experience. I’m just used to seeing panties from the front.” He paused. “This is nice, though.”
“Glad you approve.” She smiled to herself. “Dex?”
“Uh-huh?”
“The blood’s starting to pool in my head. Do you think you could get on with it?” She shifted her elbow on the carpet to make her position more comfortable, and, as she moved, discovered she was resting on a lumpy surface. One very large lump in particular.
Once again, he cleared his throat. “Get on with it? Oh, uh—yes. Sure.”
His open palm connected with her bottom, but his heart wasn’t in it, and it didn’t even sting. Then he began stroking. As if he were caressing silk.
It felt good—wonderful, in fact—but her awkward position kept her from enjoying it as much as she wished. “I think I’m pretty sure I’ve learned my lesson now. Do you suppose I could get up?”
“Well . . . yes, I—I don’t see any reason to embarrass you further.” He traced another delicious curve over her bottom.
She let her eyes drift shut as he doodled. It felt so good that it took her a while to remember she had an agenda. Mustering herself, she straightened, then turned and sank back on the bed, not making the slightest effort to push her dress down. The strap of flesh-colored lace that covered her in the front wasn’t wide enough to be really significant. She slipped the very tips of her fingers beneath it and gazed up at him. Then she licked her lips like a cheap porno queen.
He paled. Was that a film of perspiration on his forehead? Poor baby. She stroked herself again. Her antics might be a little skanky, but they sure were effective. Still, as she looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, she tried to prepare herself for disappointment. Dex was an egghead, not a stallion, and he was bound to be a dud. Even so, she’d come here to settle things with him, and nothing would do that more effectively than bad sex.
