before I can say definitively. A scientific study requires
plenty of statistics.”
She pushed back from the table and rose, already peeling off
the T-shirt. It fell to the floor. With one hunger sated, she was more than ready
to sate another. This one, she had a feeling, would take a lot longer to
satisfy.
Justin put down his fork and sat back in his chair. “Keep
going,” he said when she hesitated.
Her fingers traced the profusion of bruises along her ribs.
“Not exactly sexy.”
“All of you’s sexy from where I’m
sitting. Keep going,” he said again.
She tugged down his boxers and tossed them aside, feeling
more than a little foolish standing naked in the middle of his kitchen. His
gaze roamed over her body, his approval evident in the faint quirking of his
lips. “Turn around.”
She did, wondering when she’d started to shiver. His voice
sounded deeper somehow, richer. If the purely sexual intent she’d glimpsed in
his eyes hadn’t gotten her juices flowing, his voice surely would have.
“Bend over.”
“You’re lucky I’m feeling charitable,” she muttered,
grasping her knees as she gave him the view he clearly wanted. With her ass on
full display, she should have felt embarrassed. Or at least a little nervous.
But all she felt was the moisture pooling between her legs.
When the silence stretched, she bobbed her ass up and down
and glanced over her shoulder at him. He was still staring at her, his brows
low over his dark blue eyes. “Did Rob spank you?”
Her clit pulsed at the question. “A few times,” she said a
little breathlessly.
“Did you like it?”
“Yeah.” She wet her lips and took a shuddery breath. God,
just imagining his hand striking her ass had her core clenching. “A lot.”
“You have a gorgeous ass. Perfect size for my hands. I’d
love to see my handprint there, to hear you scream while I reddened your
flesh.” He tossed aside the cloth napkin on his lap and got to his feet. “But
not today. You have more than enough marks on you already.”
Acute disappointment surged through her as she rose to a
standing position. He’d been right when he’d said pleasure was never wrong. So
the slightest hint of pain gave her enjoyment. But hell, truthfully, she liked
the idea of spanking a guy too. Her nipples tingled. She especially liked the
idea of spanking Justin.
“Go in the living room. Start the fire,” he said, setting
another pan on the stove. She’d been so wrapped up in her thoughts she hadn’t
even seen him cross the room. “I’ll be right in.”
She bent to grab her clothes, but he shook his head. “Leave
them here.”
Nodding, she turned toward the living room, but his roughly
sensual voice stopped her. “You take orders pretty damn well.” Grinning, he
dumped cocoa into the pan.
Her lips curved even though she suddenly didn’t feel the least
bit like smiling. “As long as I get what I want, I’ll play along.”
His grin fled. “This isn’t a game. Not to me. If it is to
you, maybe you’re right that staying here today isn’t the best idea.”
“What happened to not wanting more than I could give?”
“That’s still what I want. But what I want most of all is
your honesty. If you’re using me to forget, I’m okay with that. Just don’t lie
to me.” He picked up the jug of milk on the counter and poured some into the
pan, splashing the stove. “And don’t lie to yourself.”
She stared at him for a long moment before going back to
pick up the pile of clothes. Then she walked out of the room.
Chapter Four
Justin didn’t know if she’d be waiting for him in front of
the fire. For all he knew, she’d taken off. The cocoa took longer than he’d
expected, because he hadn’t been paying attention and had scalded the hell out
of the first pan of milk. But when he walked into the living room with two
steaming mugs of hot chocolate and marshmallows, she was kneeling in front of the
fire.
And she was still blessedly nude.
He
plenty of statistics.”
She pushed back from the table and rose, already peeling off
the T-shirt. It fell to the floor. With one hunger sated, she was more than ready
to sate another. This one, she had a feeling, would take a lot longer to
satisfy.
Justin put down his fork and sat back in his chair. “Keep
going,” he said when she hesitated.
Her fingers traced the profusion of bruises along her ribs.
“Not exactly sexy.”
“All of you’s sexy from where I’m
sitting. Keep going,” he said again.
She tugged down his boxers and tossed them aside, feeling
more than a little foolish standing naked in the middle of his kitchen. His
gaze roamed over her body, his approval evident in the faint quirking of his
lips. “Turn around.”
She did, wondering when she’d started to shiver. His voice
sounded deeper somehow, richer. If the purely sexual intent she’d glimpsed in
his eyes hadn’t gotten her juices flowing, his voice surely would have.
“Bend over.”
“You’re lucky I’m feeling charitable,” she muttered,
grasping her knees as she gave him the view he clearly wanted. With her ass on
full display, she should have felt embarrassed. Or at least a little nervous.
But all she felt was the moisture pooling between her legs.
When the silence stretched, she bobbed her ass up and down
and glanced over her shoulder at him. He was still staring at her, his brows
low over his dark blue eyes. “Did Rob spank you?”
Her clit pulsed at the question. “A few times,” she said a
little breathlessly.
“Did you like it?”
“Yeah.” She wet her lips and took a shuddery breath. God,
just imagining his hand striking her ass had her core clenching. “A lot.”
“You have a gorgeous ass. Perfect size for my hands. I’d
love to see my handprint there, to hear you scream while I reddened your
flesh.” He tossed aside the cloth napkin on his lap and got to his feet. “But
not today. You have more than enough marks on you already.”
Acute disappointment surged through her as she rose to a
standing position. He’d been right when he’d said pleasure was never wrong. So
the slightest hint of pain gave her enjoyment. But hell, truthfully, she liked
the idea of spanking a guy too. Her nipples tingled. She especially liked the
idea of spanking Justin.
“Go in the living room. Start the fire,” he said, setting
another pan on the stove. She’d been so wrapped up in her thoughts she hadn’t
even seen him cross the room. “I’ll be right in.”
She bent to grab her clothes, but he shook his head. “Leave
them here.”
Nodding, she turned toward the living room, but his roughly
sensual voice stopped her. “You take orders pretty damn well.” Grinning, he
dumped cocoa into the pan.
Her lips curved even though she suddenly didn’t feel the least
bit like smiling. “As long as I get what I want, I’ll play along.”
His grin fled. “This isn’t a game. Not to me. If it is to
you, maybe you’re right that staying here today isn’t the best idea.”
“What happened to not wanting more than I could give?”
“That’s still what I want. But what I want most of all is
your honesty. If you’re using me to forget, I’m okay with that. Just don’t lie
to me.” He picked up the jug of milk on the counter and poured some into the
pan, splashing the stove. “And don’t lie to yourself.”
She stared at him for a long moment before going back to
pick up the pile of clothes. Then she walked out of the room.
Chapter Four
Justin didn’t know if she’d be waiting for him in front of
the fire. For all he knew, she’d taken off. The cocoa took longer than he’d
expected, because he hadn’t been paying attention and had scalded the hell out
of the first pan of milk. But when he walked into the living room with two
steaming mugs of hot chocolate and marshmallows, she was kneeling in front of the
fire.
And she was still blessedly nude.
He
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