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“That’s for hurting yourself along the way.”

I lift my hand and she tenses. Bastard that I am, I wait for her to glance over at me again. Then I drop my palm.

“That’s for putting yourself in danger.”

She smothers what may be a moan. A shiver runs through her, leaving gooseflesh along her skin. The spot at the curve of her ass is turning red.

“You aren’t supposed to be enjoying this,” I say dryly. Though my own dick is throbbing.

“I’m not,” she replies.

Her words offer the perfect opportunity. I reach back to the waistband of her panties and pull down, baring her ass.

She turns, her eyes wide in concern. “Derrick,” she says in a loud whisper.

I pull the wet center along the inside of her thighs as far as the material can go. Then I come back, whacking her ass again. “This one is for lying.”

She shoots around. “I’m not lying.”

I burrow through the top of her blouse, to her hard nipple. “No?” Then I slide my hand to the inside of her thigh, following the soft skin until I find her pussy, as drenched as I expected. Her hips push back on my fingers, needing more.

“Tell me again how this isn’t making you wet.” My voice has a husky note that has no business being there. I wait for her reply as I move through her wetness, finding all the spots that held me fascinated not long ago.

Her chest rises and falls against my leg. “It’s not because of the spanking,” she says. “It happened when you came to the door.”

Fuck my life. My sweet little angel has been like this the entire time?

Chapter 21

Nicole

I should be embarrassed, laying across a man’s lap, my bare butt in the air. Ashamed of the way my body’s reacting to him. Mortified of the way I’m pushing closer, begging for more. Only I’m not.

Derrick pulls his hand out of my blouse then reaches across my body, pulling me back. With my panties halfway down, I nearly end up on the floor. Strong hands hook under my arms, picking me up effortlessly.

My panties slide down my calves, and I manage to pull one foot out of them before he sets me on his lap, facing him, my skirt caught somewhere between us.

His hand goes into my hair, cupping my scalp, turning me up to face him.

A gasp escapes me. His mouth comes down on mine, hard and relentless. Punishing me with a bruising kiss unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. My body responds; every nerve ending coming alive at the same time. I open to him, letting him take whatever he wants. Whatever he needs.

The moment his fingers are back between my legs, my back arches, and my eyelids shutter. A moan fills the air. My eyes shoot open the second I realize it’s coming from inside me. Derrick’s watching me as I fight to keep another embarrassing sound from escaping.

“Derrick?” I ask, my lips staying parted at the end. I try to put a sentence together as he sits there, his expression intense. His jaw’s tight, the muscles along the side, flexing. I follow the edge of his jaw to his mouth.

“Don’t ever lie to me,” he demands. His touch is rough, possessive, forcing a response from my body with each pass over my clit.

“I won’t.” I mean it with every fiber of my body. “I…” I had every intention of saying something, but he’s tugging on my nipple, building up the pressure inside me. I need this. I want this.

“This pussy’s mine,” he says, spreading his fingers to cover me. “No one else is allowed here.” He presses his fingers together, making me jump when he catches my sensitive skin between them. “You understand.”

I nod. “I un-understand.”

“Not even you,” he states. The hard lines look unforgiving, but I can’t help but remember how that mouth’s been all over my body. Even along the folds he’s claiming now.

I swallow hard, remembering what I was doing a couple of nights ago, while thinking of him. I nod again and he releases the pressure.

I wet my bottom lip, losing my hold on the present. It seems to trigger something inside him. The deep rumble in his chest is the only warning I have before we’re up. A second later, I have the mattress at my back and the bedframe creaks in protest at the unexpected move.