Page 140 of Gunner

“Why don’t you check?” I murmured against his neck as I trailed kisses across his chin.

Gunner smacked my ass cheek, and pain brought me up short.

I glared at him.

“What the hell?”

“I told you. You ain’t in charge. Bratty girls get spanked.”

I felt the flush consume my entire body at his words and I buried my head in his neck.

Gunner adjusted his hold of me, supporting me with one hand while his other pulled me back so he could look at me, his eyes hard and unsmiling.

“Don’t ever fucking hide from me. Your every fucking reaction belongs to me. Every moan, every whimper, every fucking blush. I want to see the way your body responds as I devour you. Your orgasms are mine to give when I am damn good and ready. You still want to go upstairs?”

His words made me ache. My pussy throbbed as I considered what his words meant. I had never had a man talk to me with such authority, such heat. I couldn’t speak, afraid my voice would crack, so I nodded.

That wasn’t enough, and he barked, “Words, Haizley.”

It was at that moment I knew I was done. The way my body trembled at his hard voice told me not only was I not in control, but I was pretty sure Gunner owned my body now.

“Yes,” I rasped, unsure if I was ready for this, but wanting it more than anything in my life.

Gunner slowly carried me up the stairs. The bounce of every step meant I felt the friction of his hard cock as he rubbed against my core over and over and over.

My eyes closed as the sensations overtook me.

“You come now, and it will be the only one you get tonight.”

My eyes snapped open.

I didn’t understand what he meant. But if he was really offering more than one, I would do anything to add that to my list of possible firsts tonight. The first time being forced to submit. I knew that was what he wanted. I had read enough spicy romance novels to understand when a man wanted to dominate me, and I was here for it.

Despite being an independent woman who had lived her entire adult life and half her teenage years in charge of every decision, every struggle, every mistake, I wanted to give in and let someone else be in charge.

Another first tonight was having sex in my bed.

Most women might enjoy bringing a guy home, but I never did. Home was my haven. My peace. I didn’t want a man to tarnish my home with memories of subpar sex. Having to kick a guy out so I could get myself off when they couldn’t didn’t exactly work toward the mood.

So, I went to their place. It might not have been the smartest move, but I didn’t go home with just anyone. I was picky about who I slept with and never on the first date.

Gunner was different. It felt right to have him here, in my home. In my bed. I hadn’t slept better than the past few nights when he had been in my bed. So, if he was promising an experience unlike anything I’d had before, I would do as he commanded.

I grabbed his shoulders and lifted myself off the bulge I could clearly feel under his jeans. When I did, he stopped. We were near the top of the stairs, only three or four left to go, but the way I bounced against him had me halfway coming apart already.

“Why did you stop?” I looked behind me to see the roadblock I knew wasn’t there.

“What did I tell you?”

Turning back to look at him, his tone again confused me. He didn’t sound angry exactly, but he wasn’t happy.

“That if I came, it was the only one I got.”

“You want more than one? Are you greedy, little lamb?”

“I mean, if you’re offering, I would be stupid to turn it down.” I tried to give him a sexy smile, hoping he would return it and smile like he did when I told him to fuck me.

He didn’t.

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