Total pages in book: 183
Estimated words: 174715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
I drag my finger over her shoulder, goosebumps lifting in its wake. “Don’t turn,” I warn before I step back and finish undressing, and the sight of her in her heels and thigh highs, her backside waiting on my hand has me ready to bend her over the bed, spank her, fuck her and start over. I reel myself back in, wanting to show her just how much of an escape we can be together. On some level, before we go back to the states, I need her to know this. A need that claws at me in ways I can’t understand and I don’t question.
This is about more than a spanking. This is about that need to possess her that defies reason and won’t be ignored. We won’t be sleeping this last night in Paris.
Chapter fifty-six
Cole
Iwalk toward Lori and go down on one knee again, my hands at her ankles. She tries to turn and I flatten one palm on her lower back. “Move before I tell you and I’ll spank you without warning. I might not even fuck you after. And you’ll still like it.”
“You wouldn’t,” she gasps.
“Wouldn’t I? Move and you’ll find out that answer. Are we clear?”
“Crystal,” she says, that defiance I love in her overtaking her voice. “Just remember—what goes around comes around. You’re next. Maybe not tonight, but soon.”
I remove my hand and step close, but not close enough to touch her again, my hands pressing to the wall just outside hers. “Then I guess I better make your punishment worth mine?” I reply, my lips near her ear, my throbbing cock so damn close to the sweet wet heat of her body.
“I guess you better,” she dares to challenge.
I smack her backside, firm but not hard, and when she yelps, my lips quirk, and my cock twitches. Damn, I love this woman. I don’t give her time to recover from the shock, returning to her ankles, once more and my teeth scraping her pretty little backside. She arches her back, and I run my hands up the front of her thighs, my lips pressing to her lower back. I shift to her side, my lips at her hip, one hand on her belly and one on her backside.
“What comes next, Lori?” I ask, my teeth now scraping her hip.
“Apparently you spank me,” she whispers.
“No apparently about it.” I rub her cheek and give it another gentle but present smack, the fingers of my other hand sliding into the wet heat of her body at the same moment that she yelps again. “That’s not a spanking,” I say. “You know that, right?”
“Yes,” she pants out. “I’m aware, that you’re taunting me.”
I smack her backside again and slide my fingers deep along the seam of her body. She moans and arches into my hand. “Does that feel like a taunt?”
“Yes,” she whispers. “Yes, it does.”
“Not pleasure? Because if it doesn’t feel good, I can stop.”
“You’re evil, Cole.”
“And you like it.” I nip her hip and lave the offended skin before I push to my feet, my hands caressing a path over the porcelain perfection of her back and belly, until one hand is between her shoulder blades, while the other gently teases her nipples. She arches into the touch, and the instant she reacts, I turn her to face me, pressed against the wall, my hands back on the surface by her head, but I ensure we do not touch anywhere despite the fact that I want to touch her everywhere. I want to feel her everywhere.
My gaze rakes over her perfect curves, a slow inspection that has my body humming with how much I want her. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, my voice low, rough with everything she makes me feel and want. No woman has ever made me feel anything like this.
“And this makes you want to spank me?”
“I am going to spank you and I’m going to do it because we both like it. I do. So do you.” I push off the wall and back up. “Go to the bed and get on your hands and knees.”
Her beautiful eyes spark with shock. “What?”
“You heard me. Go to the bed—”
“I heard. You want me to—”
“Yes. Now. The sooner you do it, the sooner we can fuck, and make love.”
“Fuck or make love?”
I grab her and pull her to me, cupping her head and kissing the hell out of her. “Both,” I say. “We can do both. That’s who we are now.”
She smiles, and her hand settles on my jaw. “Yes. That is who we are and—”
“And what?” I press.
“I like it.”
My heart warms with those words. My heart has warmed in ways I didn’t think possible with Lori, and it does so because of Lori. “I want you to like it,” I assure her, walking backward and turning her until she’s standing in front of the bed, my hands on her shoulders, erection at her hip, as I lean in and whisper. “Now do as I say.” I lean in and kiss her. “On your hands and knees.”