Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Her hero.
What a stupid fuck he was. Someone who peddled pussy to horny men would never be anyone’s hero.
She stepped toe to toe with him and looked up with her heart-stopping blue eyes. “I don’t want to make you unhappy. I know I forced myself into your life, begging for you to help me... Desperation makes people do things they normally wouldn’t do.”
“Like sleepin’ with me?”
She dropped her gaze. “No.”
He reached out, grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling it back enough to tip her face to his, forcing her to meet his eyes. “Sure ‘bout that?”
“Yes, I’m not sleeping with you for any reason other than I want to. I swear. You...”
“I what?”
His eyes were drawn to her throat as it undulated when she swallowed hard. “You make me feel things I haven’t felt in a long time. I had shut that part of me down a while ago. I never expected to find it again with you.”
His heart began to beat so hard that he thought she could hear it over the thumping of the music that seeped through the walls.
“Emma,” he murmured.
“Yes?”
“Ain’t lyin’ to me, right?”
“I have no reason to lie to you, Dawson. You told me it was my choice to sleep with you. My only obligation was to be your hostess.”
“So if I wanted to fuck you right now, you wouldn’t say no.”
Her lips curved just slightly at the ends. “Do you?”
“Fuck yes.” He dropped his head until his lips were just above hers. “Want to push you against a wall while you’re wearin’ one of those sexy fuckin’ dresses an’ take you from behind.”
“What’s stopping you?”
With a growl, he grabbed her shoulders, spun her around and shoved her backwards. She stumbled in her heels, losing her balance with a gasp. Her arms reached out, and she caught herself against the nearest wall. He rushed forward, pinned her to it, his mouth against her ear. His now hard dick pressing against the exposed skin above her ass.
“Gonna do it. Want it?”
“Yes,” she hissed.
“Pull your dress up. Show me your ass.”
Grabbing the fabric of her dress, she shimmied it up her legs over her hips and gathered it around her waist.
Her ass was perfect globes, ripe for his handprint.
“Should spank that ass of yours so when you go back out on that floor, I know an’ you know what I’ve left behind. My hand markin’ your ass as mine.”
She shuddered beneath him, pressing her bare ass against his crotch. “I’ve never...”
The blood rushed into his ears. “Never what?”
“Never had that done to me.”
Dawg’s dick kicked in his jeans. “Never been spanked?”
“No.”
“Bad girls like to be spanked. You a bad girl, Emma?”
He cupped her ass and spread her cheeks apart, thrusting against her. He needed to get his dick out and take her right where she stood.
“Yes, I did something to piss you off out on the floor, so I must be bad. Maybe you need to show me how bad I was.”
Her husky, breathless voice, her words made his head spin. She wanted him to spank her.
What happened to his sweet, girl-next-door Emma?
Was working in his club corrupting her, changing her?
He released her abruptly and moved behind his desk. He pulled his chair out and sank down into it. He glanced over at Emma, still frozen where she stood against the wall, her dress pulled up, her face flushed, her eyes unfocused.
“Get over here.” He patted his thighs. “Across my lap. Gonna give you what you deserve.”
Without hesitation, she came to him willingly, draping herself over his legs, her ass bare and beautiful, her dress gathered at her waist, her blonde hair falling almost to the floor.
Her body trembling.
He slipped a finger over her crease and into her cunt. She was soaked. Her trembling wasn’t from fear. Fuck no, it wasn’t. She wanted everything he was about to do to her.
He pulled his fingers from her, now slick with her arousal, and dragged them back over her tight little hole. That was going to be his, too. But not now, not here.
That would take some time, preparation and patience. Right now, he had none of that.
Instead, he raised his hand and dropped it down hard. His palm cracking against her flesh made her yelp and squirm in his lap, which did not help with how hard his dick was.
As her skin turned a slight shade of pink, he turned his attention to the other pale cheek. When he smacked that one, he could feel the sting in his own hand, so it had to be worse for her.
But this time she didn’t yelp. Instead she groaned and ground herself against his hard-on.
Her fingernails dug into the denim covering his thighs, but she kept her head down, and using her toes, she tilted her ass higher.
“Again,” she groaned.