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“Three more.” My voice is low and gravelly, and I clear my throat.

Smack.

Smack.

Every gasp turns into a moan.

I caress her cheeks in circles that become bigger and bigger until my fingers graze the edge of her thong, and her reaction is immediate. Evangeline practically bows under my hold in a desperate attempt for more.

“Last one.”

Chapter 19

Evangeline

This must be some alternate reality because there’s no way I’m half-naked on Phoenix’s lap and getting spanked by him.

His fingers run over my thong again, and I squirm, trying to . . . I don’t even know, do something. But every little contact, every brush of his fingers on my skin is like . . .

Smack.

His hand lands on my ass cheek, the same one he started with, and holy shit.

Like every other blow, this one zaps through my body. It’s an electric current with one destination in mind. My clit. And boy, does it deliver.

A moan slips through my lips, regardless of how hard I try to keep it in.

Apparently, my self-control and dignity flew out the window the second this man laid a finger on me, especially once I felt him hard behind me. And I’m not going to lie, it feels good to know how affected he is by this too.

“Look at those perfect pink ass cheeks. You did so well.” Phoenix’s voice sounds strained.

I revel in the sound of it.

His praise is like an aphrodisiac that instantly adds to the desire low in my stomach.

He goes back to massaging my sensitive skin, and I let him.

But that’s not all, nope.

I also arch my back and shift around, my body spurring me on to chase this addictive feeling of having his large hands on me.

You’ve been craving his touch for so long, always wondering what it feels like, and now you know. Is it everything you thought it would be?

Phoenix skims over the fabric again, and all of my thoughts fly out the window.

His cock pulses, and a whimper escapes me.

“Those little noises you make will be the end of me.” His ministrations continue.

He shifts around in the chair, pushing his cock harder against my stomach.

I’m worried this overwhelming desire will burn me alive. “Phoenix, please.”

The word comes out so quietly, I question for a moment if I said it out loud.

Phoenix’s hand stills. “Please, what?”

Reality hauls me back for a second, but it’s gone again with his continued movements. Why does his touch feel so good? His fingers brush along the seam of my panties, and I press my eyelidstogether.

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