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I swear my heart stops in my chest. “You want me to spank you, Lemon darlin’?” The endearment slips out attached to her special nickname, but before I can apologize, the smallest of moans escapes her lips. Clearly, she didn’t mind this time. Maybe it’s because of the closeness of this moment, or maybe it’s because she knows I’m speaking it just for her.

I shift myself again so our crossed knees are touching, the heat of her body transferring to mine and setting me on fire, making my cock twitch.

“Presley.” I run my finger down the soft skin of her cheek. “If that’s what you want, I’ll give it to you. But just know, there’s alot about me you don’t know. I like this kind of thing. I like it a lot. I’m good at it, too. If you let me touch you in that way, if that’s what you really want, I’ll give it to you. But you have to want it.”

Her eyes lock onto my mouth, her hands fidgeting in her lap. The evening sounds seem to deafen as I wait for her answer. Just when I’m about to call it quits, she lifts her chin so our eyes lock. I expect to see fear or unease—but instead, I notice a strength I’ve yet to see from her.

“I dare you to spank me, Kade.”

A smile overtakes my lips, causing the dimples on my cheeks to form. I tuck a stray strand of frizzy blonde-and-violet hair behind her ear.

“Then get over my knees, Lemon. Let me teach you how to be a good girl.”

Chapter 18

Presley

This is why Ishouldn’t drink. I get myself into crazy situations. The last time I had too many margaritas, I slept with my boyfriend. See, crazy.

Kade moves slightly away from me to get more space then sits with his back straight, extending his legs so there’s a place for me to lay over his lap. “You wanted this, Lemon. I’m waiting.”

There’s a teasing lift in his tone, but mostly, it’s a command. The sound of it sends tingles down my spine and has my toes curling in my shoes. I didn’t think I would be into this kind of thing, but Kade—I don’t know. He’s made me feel at ease, more comfortable than I have in a long time, if ever.

“I want to keep my clothes on,” I rush out, the reality of the situation setting in. I don’t know if I’m supposed to get naked for this, but it’s the first thought that came to my awkward mind. I haven’t been naked in front of anyone for a while now, and I’ve only had my clothes off in front of one man my entire life, so I don’t want to go that far.

Kade keeps his eyes on mine, a gentle smile on his lips. It’s the kind of smile someone gives when they’re trying to soothe a person, as if they’re worried they’ll startle them.

“I didn’t ask you to strip—I asked you to lay over my knees.”

My cheeks burn, and my panties become wetter than they already are. From the moment we started playing poker, I found myself getting hot and bothered. The way he joked with me the whole time made me feel comfortable. How he whined aboutlosing, but I could tell he was secretly impressed I’m such a good player. It was fun, the most fun I’ve had since college. Just like he said this night would be.

I survey his long jean-clad legs and then my own body. I’m larger than him. My rolls may be hidden by the loose shirt I’m wearing, but they’re not gone. Derek always used to keep me on the bottom, and usually, we had sex with the lights out. While this isn’t sex, I don’t know how I feel about laying over his thinner legs, no matter how strong they are.

Kade’s finger comes into view, and he’s lifting my chin up again so our eyes lock. His hazel gaze is stern but still manages to be gentle.

“Presley,” he says, his tone laced with such care that it stuns me for a moment. “Whatever you’re thinking right now, stop. I want you over my knees. And if you aren’t in the next five seconds, then I’m going to take that as a no, and we’ll both walk out of here and go to bed. But if you want this, then get over here and offer me that beautiful ass of yours.”

I don’t know if it’s the whiskey or the way he called a part of me beautiful, but my body starts moving. I get on my knees then crawl a bit, gracelessly I might add, until I’m over his legs with my forearms still propping me up so my weight is not on him.

“That’s a good girl,” he praises, his voice a low purr that sends shivers down my spine.

I’d never been called a good girl until Kade muttered the words earlier. And now hearing them once more only reaffirms that I like it. I want to hear him call me that again.

“Now lay down, and relax into me,” he says.

My body tenses at the idea. I want to ask if I can stay like this. He could still get the job done, right?

“Can I touch you?” he asks against my ear. His calm tone eases my mind a bit, and I think of his hands on me. I agreed for him to spank me, so I basically asked him to touch me already. But the rest of my body? I inhale a breath, and then I rememberthe way it felt to have the warmth of his palm on my lower back earlier.

“Y-yes.” I stumble over my words. “Just not my stomach.”

Kade freezes but recovers quickly, letting out a breath as he moves. He puts his left arm under the space between my forearms so that the top of my breasts and collarbone will lay on top of it then presses his other hand between my shoulder blades. He runs his warm palm down my spine, moving slowly. When he gets to my low back, he applies gentle pressure, helping me ease down.

“Exhale, Lemon. Put all of your weight on me. Let me hold you.”

Tears sting my eyes at his gentle words, words that mean more to me than he’ll probably ever know. I blink away the emotion so I don’t lose it and release the tense breath I’ve been holding. My stomach and pelvis relax into him as my chest presses into his arm under me. My knees are still gently bent to keep me steady, but I’m as relaxed as I can be in this position.

Kade slides the hand from my low back to my outside hip, gently tugging my body into his. With this movement, I can feel all of him, including his own arousal. It shocks me—but not only the hard length of it, more that he's turned on. I didn't expect it.

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