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“No. This is my suite.”
I studied it, took in the opulent living area with views of the Rocky Mountains out the expansive windows. Through an open door I could see the bedroom. I had a queasy feeling about what he used this space for.
“Um… do you use it often?” I asked, my voice a little weak.
Mav was thirty-seven years old. Of course he’d been with women before me. But was this his fuck pad?
He shook his head. “No. Never. Well, once when there was an event here and I’d had too much to drink to drive home.”
I relaxed and he noticed.
He stalked toward me, walked me backward into the nearest wall.
His gaze pierced mine, then dropped to my mouth. It seemed he couldn’t stop staring at it. This close, all I could see, all I could breathe in was him.
“Baby, do I need to spank you for what you’re thinking?”
I nodded and replied with breathless anticipation. “Yes. Yes, I think you do.”
He growled and studied me for one more brief moment, then grabbed my hip and spun me around, grabbed my wrists and slowly raised my arms so they were by my head.
“You need only what I can give you?” he murmured.
I nodded, pressed my cheek against the cool wall.
“That’s right, baby.” Holding me there, he leaned in and whispered. “I respect you, but I’m going to fuck you like I don’t.”
Oh. My. God.
All that melting I’d been doing had my panties drenched. He found that out when his hands slid down my arms, down my sides, down my thighs to the hem of the red dress, then worked their way back up, taking the material with it.
It bunched at my waist and then nothing else happened.
I glanced at Mav over my shoulder to see what was the matter.
He stared intently at my ass. His jaw was clenched, his cheeks flushed. Every line of his body was taut, as if he were about to pounce.
“Baby, you have a thing for lingerie?”
I swallowed hard, nodded. Felt ridiculously powerful because he was looking at me and was so aroused.
“Just pretty bras and panties,” I admitted. “I sleep in whatever.”
“You won’t sleep in anything when you’re with me.”
That was an order. Or a vow. Or something.
“As for this…” his fingers slid over the lacy edge of the red panties, the ones I wore since they matched the dress. “I’m not sure what I’m going to do knowing you wear these little scraps under your clothes.”
I didn’t get a chance to answer because his hand came down and spanked me.
With a startled buck, I cried out. His palm only left a small sting behind and I wiggled because I liked his control.
“When I call, you answer. When I text, you respond. When I try to tell you the truth, you listen,” he murmured.
I swallowed hard, knowing I could have spared us so much if I hadn’t avoided him.
“Yes, Mav.”
