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He shakes his head and says, “You’re a naughty girl, Nia. You never listen to what I tell you to do.”
“It’s my business, Cade. I’m sure you made it a point to check in with yours while we were away. Besides, I think that I did good only checking in once.”
“Mm.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Sounds like a bunch of excuses to me.”
“I don’t have to make excuses, Cade.”
He glances at me with a smirk. “You do when you’re trying to avoid getting that sweet little ass spanked.”
My eyes widen. “You wouldn’t dare do that here!”
“Try me,” he says, cupping his dick through his pants.
I can see his arousal through his pants and know that his spanking me turns him on. Hell, it turns me on just thinking about it. I blush as my cheeks grow warm under his gaze, and I recall the delicious feeling of his hand on my ass.
I tug on the skirt that I’m wearing, knowing that he doesn’t know that I’ve gone commando.
Kincaid was so sweet and had clothes, undergarments, lingerie, accessories, shoes, and everything I needed delivered to the yacht before I arrived on New Year’s Eve. I’m sure that Sabrina had a hand in picking everything out because some things men don’t tend to think about, like belts, hats, scarves, and the like.
“As I said. I have a business and needed to ensure they were okay in my absence. After all, I wasn’t the one that called them and told them I would be away,” I hiss, leaning close to him.
Kincaid catches my face with his hand and warns, “Don’t take that fucking tone with me.”
Lifting an eyebrow, I challenge, “I’ll take whatever fucking tone I’d like with you, Mr. Maxwell.”
His gaze darkens, and before I know it, he’s grabbed my hands and pulls me off the bench seat that I occupied and onto his lap.
He pulls my skirt up and freezes. His hard body presses tight over mine as he tries to cover me. I can’t see what he’s doing, but I can hear the privacy partition go up between where we sit in the back of the rented limo and the front where Nigel is seated.
“You’re not wearing any fucking panties?” he growls, and I can feel his hard erection pressing into my belly as I lay on his lap.
“No. I’m not.”
“Why. The. Fuck. Not?”
“I wanted the crew to see my ass cheeks as I departed from the boat after saying goodbye,” I tease him.
I can hear the growl rumbling low in his throat, but it’s nothing compared to the feel of his hand coming down hard on my ass.
Oh, how sweet that sting feels.
Whack!
Ohhh, shit!
“Kincaid,” I whimper.
He rubs his hand across my bottom. “It’s red,” he says before he swears under his breath. “Fuck!”
Every night, while we were away, sex would get rough sometimes, but I loved it. In the morning light, Kincaid noticed a new bruise or mark he’d left the night before and raked himself over the coals.
No matter how much I tried to reassure him that it wasn’t as bad as he thought, he wouldn’t let up on himself. Only I knew that he could barely restrain himself during our night escapades. And I loved that I could make him lose control with little movements.
What he considered his demons turned me on more.
