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I choked on my inhale and coughed for several minutes as I tried to clear my lungs. Boone’s laughter just annoyed me even more.
“Why else would you buy their clothes?” Shrugging, Memphis picked at her nail polish. “I’m not judging. I’ve read books about it. It seems to work for some people.”
“I’m not a fucking sugar daddy, Memphis!” I couldn’t believe we’d been so close to being inside her again and now I was having to deny being a sugar daddy. “They needed clothes to wear to the places I went. That’s all.”
“So, you prefer small women?” There was a vulnerability in her voice that felt like it would gut me.
Jake stopped the car right then and Boone leaned across to stroke Memphis’s cheek. He winked at her before opening the door. “I’m sorry to bail, but there’s an emergency. Turns out I’m pretty important here.”
“There’s that god complex.” She waved goodbye to him and then grew quiet as the car started moving again.
I unbuckled my seatbelt and reached over to do the same to hers so I could drag her into my lap. She fussed until I kissed her. Her soft lips molded to mine and her hands clutched the front of my shirt. “I don’t prefer small women.”
She played with the buttons on my shirt and sighed. “I mean, I know it doesn’t matter. I just thought maybe that was why you hadn’t tried to see me again before now. And if we’re going by the numbers, I’d say you do have a preference.”
I rocked my hips and let her feel the erection I was sporting. “My preference is your perfect ass and full tits. It’s your angel face and sassy attitude that makes me want to bend you over and spank you. I would’ve been dragging you into my bed nightly, but I’ve been busy at work. I’ve taken more time off in the past week than in the past decade and I've been playing catch up.”
She slowly worked the buttons on my suit vest free and pulled it open. “How are you going to handle a kid? They’re going to need more than a few afternoons a week.”
I swallowed back my canned response about nannies and all that. “I’ll figure it out. Maybe I need to delegate more.”
Her fingers slipped between my shirt collar and neck as she worked another button open. “Haven’t you thought about it? You three want kids so much, but have you planned for it?”
My hands gripped her hips tight. “We’ll figure it out.”
She raised her eyebrows, like she didn’t believe me, but she dropped it. She turned her full attention on undoing the rest of my buttons and then raking her fingers down my chest. “You want to spank me?”
I nodded and bit my lip as she got rid of my belt and opened my pants. Letting her take control wasn’t easy, but I wanted to give her whatever she wanted after the fuck up I’d made with the store. “Yes.”
“Why?” She reached into my pants and gripped my dick. The angle wasn’t right so she could only hold me, but that was nearly enough to make my eyes roll back in my head.
“I like the way your skin looks with my handprint on it. Your ass turns such a beautiful shade of pink. I like…control. I want to push you until you think you might hate me and then make you come so hard you beg me to never leave you.” I leaned my head back against the seat and watched her. “When you’re a brat, I think about spanking you until you apologize and act like the good girl I know you are.”
Her breath came faster and her grip on my dick was almost painful. She shifted back on my legs until she could free me from my pants completely. Then, she lifted herself until her panties brushed the tip of my shaft. With her hands on my shoulders, holding herself up, she couldn’t get her panties out of the way. She bit her lip hard as she gave me a pleading look.
I hooked my finger into the side of her panties and yanked them out of the way. Memphis sank on my length in one hard thrust and I saw stars. Her pussy squeezed me hard enough that I worried about coming early for the first time since I was a teen.
“Oh, God!” She buried her face in the crook of my neck and whimpered at the invasion. “Shit. Oh, shit.”
I reached between us to stroke her clit and watched her face as she grew comfortable around my size. “Okay?”
She sucked at my neck and slowly kissed her way up to my mouth. “I forgot how big you are and got excited. I don’t think I’ll walk straight for the next week.”
I pinched her clit and swallowed her cry. “We were supposed to wait for all of us to be together. You broke the rules. Do you know what that means, M.?”
She rocked her hips over mine and shook her head. “Tell me.”
I flipped us over so she was pinned beneath me to the bench seat. Her thighs stretched wide around my hips and her breath caught at the new angle. I pulled out and then thrust back into her harder. “It means I’m going to fuck you like the brat you are. Hands up, Memphis. Grip the door and do not let go.”
She did as I said and stared up at me with her breasts pressed together, nearly coming out of her dress. When I jerked the cups of her dress and bra down to free her breasts, she grunted, but didn’t argue.
I licked the skin between her breasts and thrust into her again. “You want to know what brats get? Brats get fucked hard to teach them to be good girls. Brats get kept close by so corrections can be give at any moment. I might even keep you under my desk at work, M., so I can bury my dick down your throat when you feel like being bad.”
Her sex pulsed around me and I saw the muscles in her arms strain as she gripped the door hard. I bit her nipple, tugging it until it slipped free and bounced back. Her cries were muffled by the sounds of the car on the highway.
“You like that idea? You want me to keep you under my desk and use your mouth and throat when I need you? Or maybe you need more than that. Maybe you need me to bend you over my desk and fuck you while I lead meetings. You’d have to be quiet, little brat. Seen and not heard.” I pumped into her faster and harder, feeling her wetness gathering at my base. “Don’t worry, though, sweetheart. I may be okay with sharing you with my brothers, but I’d rip any other man’s hands off if he tried to touch you.”
She grunted in time with my thrusts and arched her body into mine. “Remy!”
