Page 155 of Pretty Little Thing

Finally, I jerk my arm and whip him on the ass.

“Ten,”I say.

Clive spins around to face me. His bright eyes lock on me and I can barely take another breath before he grabs my arm and yanks me closer.

He kisses me hard. I fall into his arms, accepting the embrace as our tongues come together and his body heat blends with mine.

Trix and Melanie erupt into hollers and applause, prompting several other tables behind us to do the same.

“Okay,” I say, taking a breath. “I forgive you now.”

Clive pulls away but he’s not done with me yet. Not by a long shot. He takes his belt from my hand and turns to retrieve his shirt and jacket from Trix and Melanie.

“So, what do normal couples usually do after a public flogging?” he asks me.

I smile, my chest heaving. “Well, according to my expertise… a fuck-ton of sex. Immediately.”

He looks over my shoulder. “You ladies got the check?”

Trix grins. “Yeah, we got it.”

He grabs me and tosses me over his shoulder. I yelp in surprise, laughing hard as excitement and passion rip through me.

He takes a few steps but turns back and points at Melanie. “Was that video?” he asks her.

“I got every second,” she answers with a laugh.

“Send it to her phone, will ya?”

She swipes her screen. “Way ahead of you, Daddy.”

“Thanks.”

Clive carries me around the clapping tables toward the exit. My skin tingles as every eye in the place watches us go. I don’t even try to hide my face. I wear my smile proudly.

He is my Dom. I am his sub.

And I’ve been a bad girl.

We pass the hostess station and Roger rushes forward to hold the door open for us.

“Have a good day, folks,” he says with a wink.

He reaches down and low-fives me as we leave.

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