Page 172 of Charming Deception

But his desire for me is equal, and it takes my breath away how badly I needed this.

I forgot what this was like.

Being wanted.

His cock strains lewdly, wanting me.

My mouth drops open as he grabs my wrist and suddenly pulls me down, drawing me over his lap. Before I know it, he’s got me face down, spread over him with my ass up. In spanking position.

His hand spreads over my ass cheek, hot and possessive, squeezing, and tingles run through me. Oh god, is this happening?

Thank you.

He strokes his hand over my ass, massaging gently. “Teasing me is so naughty of you, Megan. Don’t you agree?”

I shudder in surrender and make a desperate mewling sound.

“That’s my good girl.” Jameson’s voice is low and soothing, choked up with lust. “You’re so lovely, even when you misbehave.” Then he slaps me on the ass.

The sting and the sweet burn of pleasure hum through me, making my toes curl.

He squeezes my cheek again, digging his fingers into the tenderly stinging flesh. “Good?”

“Yes.”

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs lovingly, then slaps my other cheek, and squeezes there, too.

Suddenly, I’m choked up.

He proceeds to spank me, over and over again, so thoroughly and with just the right amount of pressure to make my whole body sing. I arch, gasping. “So beautiful,” he purrs. “So perfect, Megan.”

I pant, my head spinning, as he runs his hand over both cheeks, soothing the tingling flesh.

“Now come sit on me, baby.” His voice is throaty with longing now. “You’re torturing me.”

I’m torturing him?

I clear my throat a little, trying to keep playing. “Poor baby,” I coo. “Do you need pussy?”

“I need your pussy,” he growls, and spanks my ass again. “Give it to me, or I’m coming to take it.”

I consider my options on that.

Admittedly, they’re pretty win/win.

Then I decide.

I take my time, pushing myself up, then kneeling over him and sliding into place in his lap. When my knees are settled on either side of his thighs, he spreads his legs, forcing me to spread wider for him.

“I feel like we’re being watched. It’s so bright and open here.”

“We’re not,” he says firmly. “I’d never allow that to happen. This is mine.” He grabs a breast and a tender ass cheek and squeezes. “I would never let the world have you like this.” He yanks me closer and sucks a nipple into his mouth, teasing me a little, before adding darkly, “And my staff know better than to disturb me when I’m pleasuring my wife.”

My wife.

Jesus, that sends an unbelievable thrill through me, like an electric current to my ovaries.

Jameson jerks my hips forward and down, impaling me on his cock so suddenly, I’m not fully prepared for it. I cry out. My hands land on his chest, steadying me.

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