Page 79 of Sunsets & Slow Dances

She glanced over her shoulder with a gleam of anticipation in her eyes. She bit her bottom lip and nodded.

“And what did you say?”

“I was bad.”

Her eyes didn’t leave mine as I lifted my hand, and I swatted her ass. The slap echoed through the kitchen. When my palm made contact with her skin, her mouth fell open on a silent cry, and her inner walls clenched around me tightly. Slowly, I pulled out, and when I did, I saw my shaft was covered in her juices. The sight told me what I already knew; she liked being spanked. As I drove into her again, I swatted her other cheek.

“Yes.” She cried out as her inner walls milked me. “Again.”

The skin on her ass cheeks was pink from my hand. As I drove into her again, I spanked her once more, and her canal clenched even tighter around me. The tension of our encounter was building to the crest of pleasure. I knew that I was already close again, and I could feel that she was, too. Her body was giving me all the signs. Her breaths were coming in short pants.

“Yes,” she gasped as she reached back and gripped the hand still holding her in place. “Harder.”

Her fingers threaded through mine as I tightened my grip on her hips, tilting them up slightly. I spread my feet a little farther apart to give me more balance, then pulled out and thrust into her once more with a force that stole all of the air from my lungs. She gasped at the intrusion, but before she had a chance to exhale, I pulled out and plunged into her once again. Over and over until her thighs began to tremble. Her slick heat began to palpitate rapidly around my throbbing shaft, drawing my release out of me. I was seized with climax, as bursts of pleasure exploded in me like fireworks on the Fourth of July. Every cell in my body lit up with an energy that caused me to forget where I was, who I was, or what I was doing. The only thing that existed was me and Nadia, Nadia and me.

When I finally floated back to reality, I saw the time and knew I needed to go. I looked down to find Nadia lying on her stomach on the table, her body limp. I gently pulled out of herand tore off some paper towels from the counter. After wetting them, I went back and gently wiped between her thighs.

“You don’t have to do that,” she said as she pushed up onto her forearms and looked over her shoulder.

I didn’t respond. She knew that I loved taking care of her.

“Thank you,” she said when I finished.

I smiled as I tossed the paper towels in the trash. We both got dressed in silence. I was quiet because I didn’t want to leave her; I wasn’t sure why she was. I was about to put my shirt on and say goodbye when she reached out and touched myFor now, For alwaystattoo.

“When did you get this again?” she asked quietly as her fingers traced the words.

I looked down at her. “I told you about six years ago.”

Her eyes lifted to mine. “What was the exact date?”

“Why?” I asked.

“I was just wondering.” Her shoulder lifted in a shrug.

“May tenth.”

“May tenth,” she repeated, her brows furrowing as she dropped her hand.

I put my shirt on and could see the wheels turning in her pretty little head as she tried to figure out why I got the tattoo on that specific date. It wasn’t a special date for me and Nadia. It was a date that wasn’t significant to her at all, and I’d rather not tell her, but I would if she asked me. It was a date I needed her to be with me. I needed to know that she was with me for now, for always.

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NADIA

Peanut circledthree times before curling up at my feet on the deck and flopping down with a heavy sigh. Every time Callum left, I noticed a dark cloud hung over my pug. He went into a depression, a Callum withdrawal, which I totally understood.

“I know.” I sighed as I sipped my glass of wine, looked up at the stars, and cuddled under my blanket. “I feel the same way.”

Tonight hadn’t gone how I thought it was going to go. Callum didn’t have the talk with me that I was sure he would. But I also didn’t have the talk with him that I should. And I had sex with him. Again.

He’d been back in town a little over a month, and we still hadn’t had arealtalk. I could make excuses that he was busy, he had a lot going on in his life, and I didn’t want to pile more on his plate. But that wasn’t the truth. The truth was I was really happy to have any relationship with Callum, and I was scared if I did bring up anything serious, it would fuck up whatever we had now, which was more than we had five weeks ago.

We were in this sort of limbo where the possibility of him calling or texting or showing up at my door and us hooking up existed; if we had a serious talk, that possibility could become animpossibility. I wasn’t ready to take that risk. I just got him back in my life, and I was willing to take whatever I could right now. Why rock the friends-with-benefits boat by talking about things like the past or the future?

“Knock, knock. Is anyone home?” A woman’s voice came from the side of the house.

I turned my head and saw Callum’s mom coming from the side yard.

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