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My pussy tightened with need as I remembered a scene from the book I’d been reading where Lorenzo had spanked Lia over his knee. It was the hottest scene I’d ever read, and the thought of Hawk’s hand coming down on my bare ass had even more wetness seeping from me.

He noticed, because of course he did.

“Mmm. You like that thought, don’t you, Bee?”

“Yes,” I admitted, sliding my hands up and down my thighs.

“Good. You can touch your pussy now while I talk to you. Keep your eyes on the screen so you can see how much I want you.”

Spreading my legs further apart, I circled my clit with one finger at the same time Hawk gave a long stroke of that magnificent cock.

“I want to bend you over my legs and spank your beautiful ass, Bee. I want to see your skin bloom pink with my handprint. Never red, angel, just the perfect shade of pink.”

His dick dripped as he talked, and he used it to lubricate the firm slide of his hand up and down his thick erection. He occasionally flicked one of his piercings with his index finger. I was mesmerized.

“Your pussy is so wet for me. Slide two fingers inside and fuck yourself slowly.” I did, feeling the slick tightness of my walls. “That’s it. And after I spank you, I’m going to put you on all fours on the bed and enter you from behind.”

“Yes,” I panted, almost there already. “I want you to. As soon as you get home tomorrow.”

His fist stalled for a brief second before resuming its sensual stroking. “There’s nothing I’d like more, baby,” he said on a deep rasp. “It’s all I can think about. Bending you over. Riding that ass like a fucking beast. Feeling my hips slap against your bottom.”

His hand was moving faster, and my own matched his pace, screwing myself until my orgasm brewed just beneath the surface.

“Tate, I’m almost there. Keep talking.”

“I want you wearing a ponytail so I can wrap my fist around it and pull you back onto my cock. Faster and faster. I wouldn’t be able to control myself if I felt that tight little pussy wrapped around me.”

My hips lifted to meet my fingers, rolling and grinding as Hawk’s hand gripped his cock and pulled with a force that looked almost painful.

“I want to be rough with you, Mallori. I want to fuck you into the goddamn mattress until you’re sore for days.”

“I’m about to come,” I cried as I began to crest.

“Your face. Let me see your face when you come for me,” he snapped, and I reached with one hand to grab my phone. Hawk did the same until all I could see was his beautiful face on my screen, his lips parted as he groaned through his own impending orgasm.

We laid face-to-face and watched each other fall apart, and it was the most intimate moment of my life. Hawk was breathing as heavily as I was, his eyes heavy-lidded as I saw his movements slow and then stop.

“You take my fucking breath away when I see you come, Mallori.”

My heart turned into a giant butterfly for a few seconds and then slowed to its usual rhythmic duh-dum, duh-dum beating.

“I like watching you too,” I admitted, which made him smile.

We stared at each other in silence until my eyelids began to droop, and Hawk said, “Go to sleep, baby,” before adding his final directive of the night. “In my bed.”

I followed it without question.

Chapter 33

I spotted Mallori several times on the second day of the book signing event. Okay, if I’m being totally honest, it was more than a few. My eyes tracked her every move. She’d worn a black skirt with matching sneakers and a bright-yellow T-shirt, which made me smile. My Little Bee.

Her eyes found me several times as well, raking down my suited body with a look that made my toes curl in my black shoes.

Mallori had told me she wasn’t very experienced. That normally would have made me think twice about being with her. I wasn’t the kind of man who normally took a novice to his bed, but I found it didn’t bother me with her. In fact, it gave me a small sense of elation.

Experienced or not, the woman was sex in a ponytail. The first time I’d seen her walking down one of the aisles this morning, I didn’t miss the fact that her long, honey-colored hair was pulled up as I’d directed. Just the fucking sight of it… Christ. I’d had to adjust myself in my suit pants more than once.

Unfortunately, Bode noticed as he passed my sector on rover duty. “One of your lady friends give you some crabbies last night, big guy?”

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