Page 94 of Never Kiss and Tell

“You look hot,” Bailey says, color warming her cheeks. “And sweaty,” she adds.

I rise to my feet, moving toward her. She must remember my earlier threat of punishment because she takes a step back.

“You’re going to be hot and sweaty in about ten minutes.”

She shakes her head, stumbling back into the wall.

“I need a shower first. I’m gross.”

I step into her, pressing the lower length of my body against her. “Unfortunately, princess, I don’t think there’s a thing you could do that would make me think you’re gross.”

I search her gaze, checking her pupils. She doesn’t appear tipsy.

“Did you drink water, like I told you?”

“Yes, Dad,” she mocks, rolling her eyes.

An idea strikes me. “I’ll make you a deal.”

“You already did.” She shivers when my fingers graze up her bare thigh, toying with the zipper of her skirt.

“If you can get to the shower before I catch you, we’ll shower. If not, I’m fucking you just like this.”

She swallows hard. “Can I take my heels off?”

I step back just enough for her to step out of the strappy black heels she’s wearing. If she wasn’t bad tonight, I might consider giving her a foot rub. But she taunted me, grinding against another man when she knew I was coming for her.

“Do I get a head start?”

I raise a brow at her. “Five seconds.”

In an instant, she runs around me, laughing like a teenager as she hurries for the bathroom.

I play dirty and give her two seconds before I’m darting after her. To my surprise, she almost makes it to the bathroom, but she’s giggling too hard by the time I catch up to her in the hallway and barrel through the bedroom door.

“You cheated,” she squeals, laughing when I grab her around the waist and lift her off her feet. “You didn’t count to five.”

“You play dirty, I’ll play dirty.” I drop her on her back on the bed and kneel between her legs.

Her hands go for my stomach, her nails lightly scraping over the flesh of my abs. It sends electric shocks straight to my dick.

“What are you going to do to me?” she breathes, chuckling, though I can hear the nervousness in her voice.

“Spank you.”

Her eyes narrow. “No, you aren’t.”

“I’m not?” I flip her over, gripping her hips and pulling them back into my erection. She moans, arching into me.

My hand slips under her, slipping her panties to the side and rubbing her clit in slow, torturous circles.

“I’m burning this,” I murmur, pulling the corset down and freeing her breasts.

“I don’t know. I might need something once I get back toCalifornia.”

Little brat. I grit my teeth, rolling my hips into her, again. At the same time, I deliver a slap to the swell of her ass that echoes through the room.

She jerks, letting out a surprised squeak. “You didnotjust spank me.”

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