Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 94205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
And walked straight into a brick wall.
“Oh! Eek!” Her arms windmilled as she tried to catch her balance. Perhaps if she hadn’t been hampered by this crazy dress, she could have caught herself more easily. But she just knew she was going to fall on her ass.
Again.
Then two hands grabbed her waist, steadying her.
“Easy, baby girl.”
“Butch! Shit!” He’d given her a fright. Then again, it had been her fault. “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going. Are you all right?”
“I’m fine.” He stared down at her intently and she had the insane urge to rub herself against him like a contented cat.
Don’t be crazy, Lara.
What would it be like if he kissed her right now? Was he thinking about it? Was it her imagination, or was his gaze fixated on her lips? She ran her tongue over them, watching as his eyes widened.
Holy. Crap.
It seemed he did. She waited for him to move in.
“Are you all right?” he asked huskily.
Drat. That wasn’t what she’d expected him to ask. She let out a breath. “Yeah, I’m okay. Do you have a bandage, though?”
His eyes widened.
“I think I scraped my knee falling for you.” She cringed. Why did she say that?
Idiot.
A grin tilted up the ends of his mouth. “I actually liked that one.”
“You did?”
He gave her a stern look, then he moved closer, placing his hands on the wall behind her, boxing her in. Her pulse raced in anticipation. She licked her lips again.
“Stop that,” he commanded.
“Stop what?” she asked breathlessly.
“Stop teasing me. That’s very naughty, and you know what happens to naughty girls, don’t you?”
“They get kissed?” she asked hopefully.
“Wrong. They get their bottoms spanked.”
“I didn’t agree to that.” She remembered his words about consent.
“No? Are you objecting? Do you not want me to put you over my knee, pull up that hideous dress, and then spank your bare ass?”
She wanted that. So much. Although maybe not the part where he got an eyeful of her naked ass.
“I’d spank your bottom until you couldn’t sit comfortably without thinking of me. Then I’d turn you over and fuck you until you were crying my name for an entirely different reason.”
Oh hell. Were they doing this?
Her nipples were hard, her clit throbbing. Her panties were already wet.
“But I’m a good girl.”
His grin was wicked. Pure sin. And she was certain that her body was melting. She could barely hold herself up.
This man oozed sex and dominance.
And she was totally here for that.
“A good girl? Oh, I don’t think so. Not only were you teasing me just then, but you also lied to me.”
“I did not!” Had she?
“I asked if you were all right, and you said you were. Baby, clearly, you’re not.” That last part was said in such a tender voice that tears filled her eyes. Reaching up, he brushed her hair off her face and suddenly, she found herself being held tight in his arms.
Shoot. She’d rather go back to where he looked like he was about to eat her up.
“I always say I’m okay,” she whispered.
“Yeah, I know you do. But that’s not what I want from you.” He drew her away from him so he could reach down to tilt her face back. “I want you to be honest with me, understand?”
His voice was firm but kind.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“Damn, girl. You don’t know what you do to me when you call me sir. Never had any interest in BDSM, but with you . . . I want to tie you to my bed and never let you up. To command you onto your knees to suck my cock. To edge you for hours until you beg me so prettily to let you come.”
Lord help her.
She wanted that too.
“Please,” she whispered.
“I know you want that as well. But you have to wait.”
“I don’t like waiting.”
“Patience is good for you. I’ve had to sit and wait for you for the last two hours. I’m going to make sure you pay for that.”
Guilt flooded her. “Oh no, I’m so sorry. I feel so bad. I didn’t know that the photos were going to take so long. Was it terrible? No one was rude, were they? Who am I kidding? Of course, they were rude. I’m so sor—”
He placed his hand over her mouth. “Remember when I said that I was going to start keeping track of the number of times you said sorry?”
She nodded.
“Well, that starts now. That was twice. Each sorry is one spank. And I don’t care who you’re apologizing to. They all count.”
Well, that seemed kind of crazy to her. She frowned up at him and then did something she’d never thought she’d be brazen enough to do.
She licked his hand.
His eyes flared. And she continued to stare up at him. Shit. What had she done that for? She’d probably riled that dark, dominant side of his. Not that it seemed to take much.