Page 37 of In Another Lifetime

“Stop,” I gasped. “Just show me.”

“Tell me you’ll forgive me.”

“I forgive you. Now, take me to bed.”

“The flowers…”

I looked down at where he must have dropped them when he grabbed me to him. “They’ll be okay there for a little bit. You have a more pressing matter to attend to.”

“Reset the alarm,” he growled. My fingers shook as I complied, then the next I knew, Dayton had his shoulder to my belly and I was up in the air as he raced for my bedroom.

“Dayton,” I laughed. “Put me down before you hurt yourself.”

“Pfft. You’re like a feather,” he said, bending close to the bed and dropping me down.

“Not.”

“Don’t make me spank you while I’m still apologizing.”

“You keep promising that. Never happens—”

I squealed as he pulled me over his lap. In one swift motion, he yanked my shorts and panties down around my thighs.

“Remember you asked for this.” His hand clapped down on my ass, sending fire leaping through the flesh. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” I hissed. “I mean…no…”

He laughed, striking his hand repeatedly over my rear while I writhed on his lap, moaning, my legs trapped together by the fabric tight around them. It wasn’t a real spanking, more sensual than anything, but I sure loved being over his lap while he sent that lightning through my body. Tension coiled tighter and tighter in my belly, my orgasm teetering at the precipice when he turned, moving me to bend over the edge of the bed.

His zipper rasped loudly, then the crinkle of foil told me he was rolling on protection. When he grabbed my wrists to the small of my back, holding them there while he wedged himself to my opening, restricted by my legs trapped as they were, I moaned into the blankets.

“Holy fuck,” he swore as he pushed in just the head of his dick. It wasn’t nearly enough.

“Dayton! God! Please!” My fingers flexed in his grip, my body bucking as I tried to take more of him.

“Please, what?”

“Fuck me.”

“Hmm?”

I knew what he wanted, and he’d let it slide many times while we were in bed, getting lost in each other.

“Sir,” I moaned.

“That’s right, good girl. Your sir. Because you’re mine.”

“Yes,” I cried. “Yours.”

That seemed to please him. His cock drove home, powering through my folds and lodging deep, making me jerk at the strength with which he hit inside me. A scream ripped from my lips, and I yanked at the iron-grip on my hands.

“Good?” he asked in a low, barely audible tone, making sure I was okay.

“So good,” I breathed. “More. Please, sir.”

After the last few days of the heartbreak and thinking I’d lost him, I needed the rough. I needed to feel him claiming me as his and only his.

My answer was all he needed. We slapped together, over and over, jolting the bed, seeking the connection we’d both thought we’d lost, his looking for redemption and me giving it. I couldn’t explain what deep-rooted thing inside me demanded it this way. It just was. And it was just right.

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