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“I think it’s kind of sweet,” I tell her.

“Sweet?” Her voice rises two octaves. She tugs on her arms, but I don’t let go. “This is the twenty-first century. People don’t wait until they’re married to have sex.”

“I’m sure most don’t, but you’ve waited this long for me to show up. What’s another week?”

“Week?” she shouts.

I love her.

She shakes her head. “My parents would freak. People would think I’m pregnant.”

I chuckle. “Your dad told me he married your mom less than a month after they met, and she was younger than you.”

She groans. “My dad has a big mouth.”

“Also, how could you be pregnant? We just met.”

“Even so, that would be the rumor.” She narrows her gaze. “Wait, you said I was waiting for something. What were you talking about?”

“A spanking.”

Her eyes grow even wider. “A spanking?” She squirms and tries to draw her knees together, but I’m leaning against the edge of the mattress between her legs.

“Yes. Admit it. You’re curious. You want to know how it will feel when I spank you.”

“You say that like you intend to do it often.”

I shrug. “If you like it, I will.”

“Why would I like it?” Her voice is shrill.

“Baby, lots of people like to be spanked. It releases tension. You’re going to love it so much your pussy will pulse with need while I swat your perfect bottom.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

I lift a brow. “Is it? Let’s try it and find out.”

“And then you’ll take your pants off and fuck me already?”

“Tsk. Such a potty mouth.”

She gives me another eye roll.

“And, no. Then you’ll agree to marry me.”

“So, your plan is to spank me, and that’s going to make me so hot for you that I’ll marry you immediately, and you still won’t have sex with me?”

“Yes.” I love when she gives me sass and I give her one-word answers.

She draws in a slow breath. “What if we aren’t compatible, and you don’t even like having sex with me?”

I laugh, my body shaking. “Baby, we’re so fucking compatible in bed these pink sheets are going to catch on fire. The only thing I haven’t done to you is penetrate your sweet, tight pussy. You think that part is suddenly going to suck?”

She licks her pretty lips. “No. It’s going to be amazing. Let’s stop talking about it and do it now.”

“I like my way instead.” I release her hands, bend farther to grab a pillow, and pat her hip. “Roll over for me. I’m going to tuck this pillow under your hips.”

Chapter21

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