Page 13 of Ryder

The thought of him spanking me has my heart racing. I will continue to argue that he can’t possibly do so, but a part of me hopes like hell he does. I’m so intrigued. I hope he pulls my panties down when he spanks me, but I’m definitely not an exhibitionist. I wouldn’t want Gretchen or Ryder’s brother to see.

I’m sure if either of them has come anywhere near the kitchen in the last fifteen minutes, they turned and walked away, which I’m glad about. I really don’t want to be interrupted.

I’ve nearly forgotten what we were arguing about when he whispers against my ear, “Are you going to open your phone for me like a good girl, Claire?”

I smirk at the same time my pussy clenches. How does he affect me so strongly? “Fuck no.” He can’t do anything without my password or facial recognition. I suppose he could hold it in front of me and force me to open it with my face, but that would be taking things a bit too far, wouldn’t it?

Why do I hope he will do just that? I don’t want him to stop. I want him to follow through on every threat he’s made. I’m going to be disappointed if he doesn’t.

His damn thumbs are driving me to distraction. My breasts feel heavy and tight. I kind of wish he would lift his forearms an inch so they’d rub against my nipples.

Madness. I’ve taken leave of my senses.

His lips come to my ear again. I like it when he does that. I’m fascinated by how calm he keeps his voice while he reprimands me and torments me. “You’re horny from thinking about me spanking you.”

I shake my head and lie, “Don’t be ridiculous.”

He chuckles, his breath hitting my ear. “Do you think I’m bluffing?”

I hope not. “I think you’re certifiable.”

Another chuckle. “One of these days, you’re going to ask me nicely to spank you. It’s up to you how many swats my palm will land on your sexy ass.”

My breath hitches once more. He keeps shocking me further. “Not a chance, old man.”

“Mmm. I think you like that I’m older and experienced enough to know how to make you hum. I think you’re hoping I’ve spanked a few other women, so I know what I’m doing.”

“Have you?” I blurt out before I can stop myself.

“Mmm,” he repeats before kissing my neck.

I want his lips on my mouth. I want them on my nipples and lower. I suddenly arch and squeeze my legs together.

“Baby, I’d give my entire inheritance to know what thought just went through your head to make you arch your fantastic tits and press those thighs together so tightly.”

Maybe I should take him up on that. It would be worth telling him I want him to eat my pussy for a cool million or two. I have no idea what he’s worth. I might even get the pleasure of having him actually get me off for my trouble.

“Please tell me your parents were kind of old when they had you,” he murmurs in my ear.

It’s an odd question and an abrupt change of subject. “Why?” My voice is breathy.

“Because if you were the product of a teenage pregnancy, and your father is younger than me, it’s going to be pretty awkward when they come to dinner this weekend. I just want to be prepared.”

“They were thirty-two and thirty-five when they had me,” I tell him. “How old are you?”

He lets out a relieved breath. “Thank fuck.”

“Hey, why do you get to cuss?”

He laughs. “Because I’m not as pretty as you. People expect it from me.”

“I’ll have you know people expect it from me, too. I’m not as sweet and innocent as you seem to think I am.” That is a baldfaced lie, but it’s too late to retract it.

“Is that so? So, you’re telling me when the four of us sit down to dinner in the formal dining room that I bet we’ll find somewhere in this ostentatious estate, you’re going to drop F-bombs throughout the meal in front of your parents?”

I inhale slowly. Damn him.

“I didn’t think so. Have you ever cussed in front of them?”

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