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“Is that the best you’ve got?” My voice had a sassy tone I’d never heard before.
“Seems a shame to spank someone as pretty as you.” He squeezed my ass again, harder now, digging his big fingers in. “But if you’re hell-bent on being naughty…”
Apparently, I was because my mouth popped open with zero input from my brain. “I’ve had worse stings from a mosquito.”
Smack. That one stung for real, and I yelped, but I’d never felt so damn alive. Even the hurt felt good. It made me feel special like Malik cared enough about keeping me in line that he’d let go of a little of his usual careful restraint. And more of that power, too, that I could provoke this reaction from him. I was sexy and pretty and delightfully naughty, an Avery I’d never once been, but man, I loved this new self so much already.
Smack. The second one made the first hurt worse, spread the pain deeper, made my ass clench and my dick leak.
“Mmm. You’re making a mess.” He danced a fingertip down the silky front of my underwear. “Think if I spanked you enough, you’d make an even bigger one?”
“Maybe.” My breath hitched. “Probably. I’ve got a hair trigger best of times, and apparently, my ass likes getting beat.”
“We’re going to have to try that sometime.”
“Now?” I didn’t even try to keep the neediness from my tone.
“After we talk about limits and safe words, when you’re not hard and four seconds from popping off.”
“That sounds boring.” I did an exaggerated pout to coax a smile from him. Didn’t work.
“Safety generally is.” Reaching up, he chucked me under the chin with his thumb. “And I may not have done this before, but I know from my friends the importance of keeping both of us safe if we want to fool around with kink.”
The both made me drop my protests. Instead, I dropped onto one of his thick thighs. “We can talk later.”
“Mmm. I think we can find something to do in the meantime.” He pulled me in close for a long, slow kiss.
There was something about the way Malik kissed me, like I was delicate and as beautiful as he seemed to think and also like he trusted me not to break. He kissed me decisively, using lips, tongue, and teeth to own a piece of my soul. It was just this side of aggressive, and God, I loved every second.
Much as I loved how he used his lips and tongue, I loved the slide of my panties against his lap every time I squirmed more.
“God, you feel amazing.” He pulled back enough to mouth at my jaw and neck, little pings of electricity in every kiss. I shivered, and he gathered me even closer. “Cold? Need me to go play with the thermostat?”
“Never warmer. Need you to play with me.” More of that sassy tone I apparently had a talent for. “And you’re overdressed.”
“Am I?” He regarded me through heated eyes.
“Yep.” I started undoing his shirt buttons one by one. He’d had a T-shirt on for our make-out session the night before, but now I encountered bare skin. And goddamn, Malik was fuzzy. Which shouldn’t turn me on, but apparently, my body was done listening to rules. All I knew was Malik’s fuzzy chest made my cock painfully hard and my palms tingle. He let me undress him, trading kisses as I worked slowly.
Even after hours and hours of PT, buttons were tricky one-handed, but Malik didn’t try to take over or rush me. I rewarded his patience with lots of kisses—his lips, neck, collarbones, even those fuzzy pecs. The crisp hair against my chin made me moan. The rasp of the fabric of his coarse pants against my silky panties coaxed another moan loose from my throat, one he echoed as I squirmed more.
“Let me take my pants off before I come in them.” Malik shoved at my side.
“Trust me, you don’t want to do that.” I laughed as I undid his belt, and for the first time since that night, the memory felt sexy as fuck, not embarrassing.
“I’ll leave that expertise to you.” His eyes glittered with the sexy tease as he stood so he could shove his pants and boxers down. I barely had enough time to register his cock—thick, hard, eager—before he was settling me back in his lap, this time straddling both his thighs.
“Whoa.” The balance was tricky, especially with only one arm, but he soothed me with a hand on my back.
“I’ve got you.” He gripped my hips and ass securely enough that I could feel the remnants of the spanking. “And I love these panties.” He teased my earlobe with the tip of his tongue. “I keep thinking about what you said about you and pillows.”
My cheeks heated. “Forget—”
