Liv's Journey by Patricia Green

but Liv didn't want gentle. She wanted to be transported. Whisked away by the moment and out of her dark musings about fate and consequences.
    They only had a few days left together. Until harsh realities claimed her, she wasn't going to be "Liv Aune, Supermodel." She was going to be "Liv Aune, Trey's Girl." No loss of self, but a temporary relaxation of responsibility. Like a vacation. A vacation adventure.
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    She was sexy as a centerfold, but with no airbrushing. Liv wore his shirt like it was made for her, despite the fact that she'd had to roll the sleeves up to sit at her wrists and the shirt tail hung nearly to her knees. The tie he’d given her was a favorite of his, hand-painted with four playing cards, all threes. Her pale blonde hair draped down her back like a golden silk scarf, straight and shiny as a new coin. Her white heels, which she confessed she'd borrowed from the shoot, were five inches high with an inch-high platform under the instep. Trey was glad he was so tall, for once. A tall girl like Liv would easily tower over most other men in those heels.
    "You're staring at me," she pointed out. "Do I have lipstick on my teeth?"
    He did a mental head-shake. "No. Your lipstick is where it ought to be, for now."
    Her brown eyebrows peaked. "For now?"
    He grinned. "I can think of a few other places it might migrate to." She looked tense, but he thought of a way to take some of the starch out of her shoulders. "There is one thing missin’ from your outfit, darlin’…you need a spot of color."
    "I should have picked the red shoes. I thought they'd be too much. I was going for something more understated." She sighed and stared at her shoes, a little frown marring her brow.
    Trey tilted her head up. "That's not what I meant."
    "Huh?"
    It would smear her lipstick, but Trey didn't care if she wore it eyebrow to earlobes, he wanted to kiss her. Liv's lips were full and warm beneath his, and her teeth were smooth as he explored. She offered her tongue to him and he took it eagerly while he pulled her body up against him. Her curves delighted him, especially the curve of her ass. He squeezed those gorgeous globes, noting with pleasure that she'd followed his instructions and left off her underwear. Gathering up the shirt she wore, Trey exposed her behind for fondling. But he wanted more than a fondle. She needed to relax, and truth be told, he could use a little relaxation as well.
    "Turn around, angel, and put your hands on the back of the chair."
    She was breathless when she answered. "You want me to…what?" Her voice was sexy and almost ragged.
    "Yeah, you heard me. Put your hands on the back of the chair."
    Liv gave it a moment's thought, then turned and did as he'd asked. The chair had a low back, and left her bent over. It was a perfect spanking position.
    Trey pushed her shirt up to the small of her back and rubbed his hand over her bottom reverently. It was a perfect ass. Full, slightly jiggly, round and topping a pair of incredibly sexy legs.
    He gave her a few love pats, each one growing in intensity. After her first gasp of surprise, she arched a little, caught herself and pulled away slightly.
    "Don't you think we've gotten into enough trouble with this, Trey?"
    "We're alone, darlin'. No one's here to see or hear us."
    Her indecision was like heat emanating from a furnace. He smacked her again and she groaned. A moment later, she wiggled her ass a little and pressed back toward his hand. Apparently, she'd made up her mind.
    Trey swatted her again and again, and soon her bottom blushed a rosy pink. She was excited, too, he could smell her clean, woman fragrance and see the wetness on her pussy. "That's my girl." A few more spanks, and then he rubbed her red cheeks tenderly. "Pretty color. Pink looks good on you, li'l girl."
    "Don't stop, Trey."
    "We need to stop and get along to the party." He patted her hot rear. "But, I promise you, darlin', next time I'm not gonna stop until I fuck you into next