Page 75 of Bound By My Father's Best Friend

“So, what are you doing for Christmas?” I asked.

“Usually, I host Christmas at my place and cook for Michelle and Steven. But Steven has asked to host Christmas at his high-rise this year, so I’ll be celebrating over there.” He paused for a moment, his hand tightening on the steering wheel when we pulled to a light. “Do you want to come?”

“I, um …” I paused and bit back a smile. “Only if you want me there.”

He reached across the center console, wrapped his hand around the front of my neck, and pulled me closer. “Your pretty ass had better be there,” he murmured against my lips. “I’m not spending Christmas without my good girl.”

“Good girl?” I hummed. “I don’t know about that.”

He arched a brow. “You’re not my good girl?”

“Nope,” I said, popping theP. “But I’ll come to dinner as your brat.”

“You know,” he hummed, pressing on the gas when the light turned green, “I was beginning to think that you’ve earned yourself a collar, but if you’re going to be a bad girl and call yourself my brat, then?—”

“Just kidding!” I exclaimed. “I’m your good girl!”

A chuckle escaped his mouth. Instead of heading back to his high-rise, Hector took another exit and started up the mountainside. Pittsburgh was a sea of hills, but this one led up to Mount Washington, which overlooked the city.

“I don’t think so,” he said.

“I am!”

“Prove it.”

“Prove it?” My lips curled into a small smile, and I reached over the center console to grasp him through his pants. I stroked him up and down through his suit pants, growing warmer every moment. “Does this prove it to you?”

After grunting and groaning softly, he turned into a parking lot at the top of the mountainside and parked the car. Before I knew it, he had swept me over the center and into his lap, and then he opened the door. He walked with me in his arms out of the car and set me in front of a black steel railing.

Hector wrapped his arms around me from behind and pulled me closer, burying his nose into the crook of my neck. The crisp winter air chilled my skin, and my breath caught in my throat at the breathtaking view of the entire city of Pittsburgh adorned in twinkling lights beneath a blanket of falling snow.

From behind, he trailed his hand up the back of my thigh and up underneath my skirt to grip my ass. He pulled back on my hair with his free hand. “You’re my good girl, so say it,” he murmured against my neck. “Tell everyone you’re my good girl.”

My lips curled into a smirk. “No.”

With his body pressed against my side and his huge bulge grinding up against my ass, he spanked me hard. I yelped, a wave of heat coursing through my body to my pussy. Instead of asking me again, like he usually did, his hand came down on my ass again.

“Hector!” I whimpered.

Still no chance for me to tell him I was his good girl.

Another smack. This time harder.

“H-H-Hector!” I sputtered, pleasure coursing through my body. “Please.”

Every time he smacked me, his hand inched lower and lower, until he had officially bent me over the metal steel bars of the city overlook and spanked my cunt.

“I’m your good girl!” I cried, needing it. “I’m your good girl!”

After pulling back my hair with his free hand again, he wrapped his other hand around the front of my neck and placed his mouth on my ear. “Good girl. You’re actually learning for me. And for that, you’ll get a reward when you get home.”

“A reward?!” I asked, eyes growing wide.

“Only good girls get rewarded,” he murmured. “As long as you’re good on our ride back.”

I smiled softly as Hector pulled my skirt back down and pressed the wrinkles out of it, gently rubbing my ass. Heat coursed through me, and while I couldn’t wait to get back now … I wanted to savor this moment with him on top of Mount Washington.

“I don’t want to hide our relationship forever,” I whispered, curling my fingers around the black railing. “But I also don’t want to cause any problems between you and my dad, especially business-wise.”

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