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Her doe eyes shine as she frowns. I set her up for this, and she knows it. “I didn’t. I followed your instructions, but I didn’t see a—I’m sorry, sir.”

“Come here. Over my lap.” I sit and spread my legs, anticipating the delicious feeling of her soft curves over them. She lowers herself down, straddling my thigh. Her breasts brush against my chest, and her silky hair tickles my face. “No, precious. You know what I meant. I want you with your gorgeous ass in the air. Hands behind your back.”

She steadies her hands on my shoulders instead. A smile lights up her eyes, though she keeps it tucked in the corners of her full lips as she grindsagainst mine.

“You want to play it that way?” I threaten, drawing her wrists behind her to put her stunning, full tits on display. “Do you always have to be difficult, baby?”

“Aren’t I your precious?” She smirks, as if she knows I can’t hold on to the roleplay with her. Just like how I can’t hold on to my self-control, or my DK mask. I pull her up, asserting control, and yank her to lay across my lap. Her breasts skim over my aching cock while her toes flex against the tile for balance.

In my hotel room, I slide my hand over my sweats and the firm bulge waiting for attention.

“You are, but I’m going to have to punish you, precious. Do you understand why?” She shakes her head, and my cock begs me to end the game and slide into the heat of her mouth. “Because you didn’t follow instructions. Two swats for disobedience, one for not bending over, and one for that cheeky little smile you tried to hide.” I pinch her hip, just hard enough that she squeals and laughs. “Now, count.”

I let my palm land on her rounded flesh, relishing the way the slap against her skin positively sings. The echo of it throbs inside me. She flexes and wiggles, searching for more.

“I said count. So disobedient tonight.”

“I’m sorry, sir.” But a giggle sits on the tip of her tongue. I come down harder this time, and her lips part on a moan. “Weren’t you going to punish me, sir?”

Back in my hotel room, I whip off my shirt, imagining the glide of her hair as it brushes my chest.

“Think you can handle everything I give you?”

“I know I can,” she says, but then she dissolves into giggles. She shakes as her forehead drops against my outer thigh. “How do you manage to take this so seriously?”

Alright, maybe she’s not into the scene. Her joy only makes it hotter. I slap her ass and haul her up. “You’re laughing at me, Petra?”

“No, sir,” she says, but it’s false innocence. I set her on the table and spread open her thighs, sinking to my knees. She clutches myshoulders with one hand and presses the other to her mouth, but she can’t hide her gasp.

“Where are your sweet giggles now?” I ask, leaning in for a kiss that’s wickedly delicious. “That’s right, baby, moan for me.”

I can’t take it anymore. I shove my laptop aside, reaching under my waistband to palm my aching cock. It’s easy to imagine her now that I know the sleekness of hair and the scent that clings to her and taunts me to lick it from her skin.

She spilled her secrets last night, and each one heated my blood. When her teeth tested her lower lip, my pulse pounded with the urge to press her into the cushions. In that moment, I wanted her. Needed her.

I move faster, squeeze tighter. My cock can’t decide if I want her lips on me, or to bury myself between her generous tits, or sink into her sweet pussy. I settle for her plush mouth, aching for her touch. The fire builds in me as she looks up with those woodland eyes. Her hands reach down to cup her breasts—

Lightning that crackles down my spine. My stomach tightens as pleasure flashes through me from scalp to heel in one perfect, hot bolt. My vision fades in and out as my hand pumps frantically and I come in hot spurts across my stomach.

I groan, sucking down air, as my legs give out. I flop back on the bed, hot, sweaty, and fuckingsated. Damn. I don’t remember the last time getting off felt this good.

Guess I’m not leaving Swift River today.

I feel less hungover when I drop my clothes on the floor and step into the shower.

Petra. Jesus. If that’s what it feels like just imagining her… Granted, she said no sex with strangers, and I get that. Besides, finding pleasure again is an unexpected gift, and I’m grateful for it.

Unfortunately, my good mood only lasts as long as my shower, because I have a missed call from Amanda after I get dressed.

“Reed,” she says. Nothi, notRee-Ree, and it sets me on edge.

“What’s wrong?”

“You were right not to come back.” Amanda hesitates, quiet. “Kinley came by the house this morning. Manic maybe, or high on something. She lost her mind all over my front porch.”

Lead fills my stomach. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay—we’re all okay, we were at Mom’s. I saw it on the doorbell cam.” Still, her voice wavers.

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