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“Well, I’ll make a general rule…one hour to hear back from you, but no more, unless you’re at work.” Looking up at her, he gently took her hand and pulled her down next to him on the couch.
She leaned into him. “As in sixty minutes?”
Her sultry voice tickled his ear. He cleared his throat, lowering his voice. “Yep, as in sixty minutes.”
She pulled on her bottom lip. “So what happens if I don’t return a text or call for seventy minutes?” Her green eyes danced as she nudged into him.
He cradled the bottom of her chin with his index finger steering her gaze to him. “Then you’re in trouble.”
“Oh, trouble…so I get punished?”
“Mm…mmm, God you’re too much. You will get what you want from me, a good hard spanking.” Just saying it made his cock grow harder.
“Oh, a spanking,” she cooed. “What if it’s sixty minutes and thirty seconds?” She bit her lip, trying not to smile.
Reaching behind her, he pulled her over his knee.
“Jake!” She squealed as her dress flew up, revealing the edge of her black lace boy shorts.
“So what happens when you’re a brat is I put you in this position over my knee”—he laid his large hand on her bottom—“then I swat your ass repeatedly, heating it up”—feeling her squirm—“making sure I get it nice and red. Then I’d fuck you from behind so I could enjoy that red ass.” He rubbed her ass hard, knowing she had to be picturing thepopsicle night.
“Oh God,” she moaned, feeling her crotch flood. “Oh…”
“Then if I think you’re really sorry…I’ll reward you with a popsicle,” he chuckled, pulling her up. She was breathing hard, and her face was flushed. Holding the sides of her face, he said, “Hmm, thinking you’d like that too much, not sure it would encourage the kind of ‘girlfriend behavior’ I’m hoping for,” moving his face close to hers. His eyes focused on her open lips before moving his mouth onto them, covering them, sucking, slipping his tongue into her begging mouth, their tongues tangling as his hands wrapped around her lower back, her hands grabbing his biceps, pulling him in closer.
The repeated buzzing of his phone finally broke them apart. “Shoot, we may have missed them,” Jake said, looking at his phone.
Jordan:Ready?....Send
Jordan:Ready? Meet here? Or elevator…Send
Jordan:We’re heading out. Meet us there…Send
“Oh shoot, we were a little distracted.” She gulped the last of her second glass, feeling the alcohol swishing in her empty stomach, wishing they could stay here, not go out.
“We missed them, but we’ll get an Uber and meet them there.” He texted Jordan before putting his phone in his pocket. “It’s what you do; make me lose all sense of myself.” He smiled, then leaned down to kiss her. “Might wanna check the mirror; looks like someone ruined your lipstick.”
She touched her lips. “I love it when you ruin me,” she whispered as she stood, walking toward the bathroom.
He laughed. “Plan on doing a lot of ruining you in the best way possible.”
“Sounds fun.”
“Hey, we are going to Perla’s, right?”
“Yes, that’s what Delilah said—she raved about their snapper,” she yelled from down the hall.
Delilah and Jordan had already ordered a seafood tower appetizer when Rakell and Jake joined them at an outdoor table and ordered some white wine. Between the electric outdoor environment and her excitement about being with Jake, her nervous system was a mix of energies. Positive and negative thoughts were intertwining in her brain—someone special wants you…don’t mess this up…you belong here …who do you think you are?
The white wine went down way too quickly. She ordered another one as she picked at the shrimp from the seafood tower. Delilah asked about her photo shoot in Jackson Hole. Rakell explained that it was the ski-snow version of the swimsuit edition, and this one would be released in November at the beginning of ski season.
“Even though I’ll be a little more covered up, it’s still pretty stressful leading up to it because I have to cut calories.” She lifted her glass,“so tonight I’m drinking them.” Rakell made a face, and Delilah laughed.
“Seems like things got smoothed out between you guys,” Delilah commented.
“I think we’re getting close to being on the same page.” Rakell took a drink of her wine, glancing sideways at Jake.
“That’s the hardest part, especially with two intense people. I mean that in a good way,” Delilah said, sipping a specialty cocktail. “It was the same for Jordan and me…a few times I didn’t think we’d get there.”
