Page 37 of Whiskey's Redemption

Not wanting to say a word, I do all I can to hold myself up as his hands explore the hard edges of my hips. Searching out the clasp on my pants, his mouth never leaves my skin. “Carli? Against the glass, or where I decide?”

“Can’t I have more than one option?” I try to act sassy, but my sarcasm is blocked by need.

“Carli,” he warns, unzipping my pants.

Jesus. Decisions, decisions. Looking out on the beach, to the inhabitants that can’t see us, and the gulls that swerve around, I squeak out, “You decide.”

“Fabulous choice.” The teeth tick down on my pants before they, too, flutter to the floor. “Let me show you why this was a great idea. Open the door.”

“Jamie—”

He smacks my ass. “Carli, don’t back out now.”

Mother of all glory! What is it with these Crowns and controlling?

Unlocking the door, I push it open, where I stand facing the sea in a scarlet red bra and matching thong. Matching because they match the instep of my shoes. “We’re on the top floor, at the end, and there are no neighbors. You’re about to give me what I think about every time I make myself come.” Turning to look at him, he raises his shirt above his head and tosses it to the floor, then starts to unbutton his jeans. Allowing them to pool at his feet, he flicks them to the side without a care for where they land. I don’t care either. Jamieson Crown is standing in the middle of his suite, naked, in all his God-given glory.

“Carli.” I pull my eyes from his beautiful cock. Hell, I bet they’re as big as saucers. For sure, my mouth is open, gaping at the sight before me. There’s probably even a bit of drool.

“Step outside.”

As I stay still, stunned by the width and length of hisprowess,I don’t talk, squeak, or move.

Stepping up to me, he pushes his length against my body and growls. “Move to the porch.” Clearing my head enough to command my body, I snap myself out of my inspection, using his chest as a focus point.

Lifting a foot to step out of my heels, he snaps through gritted teeth, “Leave those on.” I nearly come on the spot from his command. I’ve never been commanded, I’m always the leader. Doing as instructed, I move to the porch and hear Jamieson step out.

Turning around, he closes the door. “Hands on the door, Carli.”

I do as he says. Moving over to the heated glass, I place my palms against it and wait.

“Fuck!” He comes up behind me. “Is there anything I should know you won’t allow?”

“Goats. I don’t do those, or any other animals of a different species.” Oh, it seems my faculties are still with me. Sarcasm in effect.

He laughs. “Duly noted.”

Smacking my ass again, the same cheek as before, I feel the sting of the one before. Not only is the sting still there, but the warmth in my core. The bliss, the anticipation, the glory of wondering what he’ll do next, all of it has me soaking my silk.

“No moving your hands. No stopping unless I say. No end until you come. Do you understand?”

“Fantastic,” I think to myself, or so I thought.

Laughing, he repeats, “Fantastic.”

Shit.

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