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“Please, Sir, please, will you keep going this time?”
“I’m not sure you deserve an orgasm,” he said huskily, lightly slapping her pussy.
“Ow, I’ll listen, I will, I swear.”
“You’re damn right you will.”
Moving his hand to her inner thighs, he landed several hard smacks to underscore his decree, and as she let out a howl, he abruptly gripped her hips and began ramming his rod with quick, powerful strokes.
Her cries suddenly stopped.
Throwing back her head, she let out a wild wail.
Staring down at her scarlet cheeks and listening to her shrieks of pleasure echo through the bathroom, his powerful climax bubbled up from somewhere deep in his soul. Groaning loudly, he surrendered to the stunning, exhilarating spasms.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Stirring from a power nap and feeling Elizabeth’s luscious body curled against his, Scott savored the memory of the salacious shower and powerful orgasm that had left him divinely drained. Stretching his arms above his head, he was grateful for the much needed rest.
“What time is it?” Elizabeth murmured.
“Dinner time,” he replied, rolling over bringing her into his arms. “I can already taste Emily’s lasagna, which is just as well or I’d ravage you all over again.”
“And you call me insatiable.”
“You’re like warm maple syrup, sweet and luscious,” he muttered huskily. “I never want to stop lapping you up.”
“I know what you mean.”
She’d whispered the words, lightly running her fingernails down his back. As a delicious shiver rippled through him, he quickly released her and propped himself up on an elbow.
“What?” she asked, her green eyes sparkling up at him.
“You used to be a siren on the rocks.”
“No, I used to be your saucy wench.”
He laughed.
“You were probably both, but if you don’t stop tempting me and get out of this bed I’ll spank you for being so fucking sexy.”
“How hard?” she purred, leaning forward and pressing her lips on his chest.
“You don’t want to find out,” he growled, her feathered kisses making him want to grab her wrists, pin her down, and utterly devour her.
“Oh, but I do,” she retorted, but quickly rolled off the bed as he reached for her arm. “You have to be faster than that, sailor,” she teased, running to her bag and pulling out clean clothes.
As he leapt from the bed and lunged towards her, she let out a squeal and darted for the door, but catching up in a heartbeat, he grabbed her around the waist, spun her around to face him, and clutched a fistful of disheveled hair.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
She paused, moved her arms around his neck, and fixed him with an unfathomable gaze.
“I don’t want to.”
Her voice had been soft.
Almost somber.
