Page 32 of Baby For My Ex's Brother

Shewantsme to punish her.

Raising my hand, I bring it down in one swift, controlled motion. The sound of the spank echoes in the otherwise silent room, a sharp report that marks the crossing of an invisible boundary. Shiloh gasps, the sound raw and vulnerable, filling the space between us with electricity that's impossible to ignore.

My left hand clenches on her hip, fingers digging into her flesh to steady her, to keep her present in the moment with me. I slide my palm over her once more, the warmth from the spank lingering on her skin and mine. Another smack lands, her ass jiggles slightly, and it's like I've struck a chord within her.

Shiloh's noises are sinful—utterly decadent. Moans and gasps that slice through the thick air of restraint I’m trying so hard to maintain. Her back arches, pushing into the touch that both punishes and pleases. Every sound she makes is a testament to the desire we're no longer able to deny.

"Damn it, Shiloh," I breathe out, my voice coming out strained.

There’s a storm inside me, a tempest of words clawing their way up my throat, all the filthy things I want to say to her. But they get stuck, lodged in a place where fear and longing collide. If I let them out, if I tell her how much I crave her, how I've fantasized about this moment... there would be no going back.

I can't afford to lose myself completely—not yet. Not when I know I could drown in her, in us, and never resurface.

"Listen to me, Shiloh," I command, my voice low and lined with the razor edge of control. “You're my assistant, and you need to learn to act like it. That's what you need to focus on."

She's trembling now, her breath hitching between compliance and rebellion.

"Yes, Liam," she whispers, her voice a tender surrender that sends a jolt straight to my hard cock.

"Good girl," I say, the words rumbling from deep within me as I spank her one last time, harder than before. The sound reverberates off the bare walls, a sharp crack that seals her promise. “In this job, you need to forget your morals. Do you understand me?”

"Yes, yes..." she breathes out, her voice laced with pain and pleasure.

The sight of her, bent over and at my mercy, is too much. It's a vision that's haunted my dreams, and now it’s here in front of me, more vivid and enticing than any fantasy.

I drop to my knees behind her, an animal growl tearing from my throat. "Now for your reward..."

I don't give myself time to think, to question what I'm doing, or why I'm breaking every rule I’ve set for myself. Instead, I bury my face in the softness between her thighs, the fabric of her panties a mere veil between my mouth and her heat.

Her groan fills the room, low and guttural, vibrating through me. She braces herself against the bed, her hands clutching atthe duvet as if it can anchor her to reality—or maybe anchor her to the moment, to the forbidden act that we can't stop chasing.

Licking her through the thin cotton, I savor the hint of sweetness that is uniquely Shiloh. My hands grip her hips, pulling her closer, urging her to grind against my face. Her muffled cries tell me all I need to know about her pleasure, about the precipice she’s teetering on.

This is madness, utter insanity, and yet, it feels like the sanest thing I've ever done.

"Shiloh," I murmur against her, my voice vibrating through the thin material. "I need more… I need you."

Her response is a breathless litany of my name, mixed with pleas that stoke the fire burning inside me.

"Yes, Liam, please, yes..." Her words are like fuel on the flames, urging me to claim what I've been denying myself.

The taste of her seeps into my senses, and I can't get enough—it's intoxicating, addicting. Better than any high-powered deal or luxury I've ever experienced. It's just Shiloh, raw and unfiltered, and it's fucking incredible.

"Mm, Liam," she begs, and I'm powerless to resist.

With a firm grip, I drag her panties down, exposing her completely to my hungry gaze. The sight of her, bare and glistening with arousal, sends a surge of dominance through my veins. I reach up, sliding my fingers inside her, and she gasps, her body convulsing at the new sensation.

"Fuck," I swear under my breath as she clenches around me. I relish the feel of her, so hot and tight as if she's made for me. With the rhythm of my tongue and the thrust of my fingers, I push her towards release.

"Please, don't stop," she cries out, her voice breaking with the intensity of her pleasure.

I double my efforts, determined to watch her unravel beneath my touch. She's close—I can feel it in the way her body starts to shake, in the desperate movements of her hips seeking friction.

"Come for me, Shiloh," I command, my words muffled against her flesh.

And she does, her orgasm washing over her in waves. Her cries fill the room, music to my ears, as she comes undone on my tongue and fingers. It's a moment of pure, unadulterated triumph—claiming her pleasure as mine, even if I know deep down that this is a line we should have never crossed.

But right now, none of that matters because all I can think about is how perfect she feels and how much I want this to never end.

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