Page 46 of Taming His Brat

She couldn’t hold back the laughter at that point. Shaking her head as she rolled her eyes. “Fine, it was just a thought.”

“Uh huh. Keep those thoughts in check, little girl. They’ll get you in trouble. Speaking of trouble … we’ve got the other issue to deal with. Part of moving forward is clearing the slate. You know what that means?” He let his voice grow harder towards the end, hinting.

She frowned and nodded. “You’re going to spank me?” There was hesitation, as if hoping she was wrong.

“Yep.”

She looked around nervously. “Here?”

“Why not? It wouldn’t be the weirdest thing to happen in this room I’m sure. Wouldn’t you like to get it over with?”

“I’d rather the whole motel didn’t hear me getting spanked through these thin walls.” There was just a little bit of sass to the words.

She did have a point. The walls were pretty thin, and he wasn’t too interested in getting a domestic disturbance call put in on them. Nothing ruined a good day like the police showing up to make sure the whuppin’ was consensual.

“Hmm, suppose we can put it off until we get home. Might be for the best since I don’t have anything but my hand to use here, and I’m thinking this discussion might call for some extra oomph. Maybe that new mean toy I just got in the mail.”

Charlie’s expression shifted as she realized she’d just made things harder for herself, but before she could change her mind, he threw a distraction her way.

“Of course, I do have this room paid for the night and it would be a shame to waste it. If I’m not going to paddle your butt, I guess we’ll have to think of something else to do.”

She perked up immediately. “I have an idea about that!”

He laughed. “I bet you do.” He pulled her closer. His mouth came down hard on hers and as the kiss extended, he collapsed backwards on the bed and pulled her with him. His hand slid up her leg, pushing the skirt up as it moved underneath to find her panties.

She hadn’t dressed for seduction and the plain white cotton looked innocent against her tan skin. It invited a slap, and he brought his palm down hard across the rounded hill of her ass and then tightened his hand to grip the cheek possessively. He didn’t need to say the wordmine; they both knew what it meant.

He shoved her thighs apart with one leg and pressed his knee up against the crotch of her panties. He could feel the wetness of her interest already starting to soak through and he encouraged it by landing another spank.

She rocked forward with a low moan, grinding against his knee. Her mouth caught his, kissing him with a furious hunger that couldn’t be ignored. Fingers twined in his hair, holding him until finally she broke away breathless.

He looked at her as his fingers slipped under the elastic of the panties and caressed the soft warm flesh where he’d just spanked. “No more running away.” The words were harsh, not with anger but something more primal than that.

“No Daddy, no more running,” she promised. Maybe it was true, maybe it wasn’t, but in that moment, she meant it and the was good enough for him.

When he’d tipped them over, the towel had pulled loose and now his growing erection was nudging against her bare thigh. She reached down and wrapped her hand around his length, stroking and teasing, while his tongue played with hers. It was easy to let the world slip away. Her mouth, her hands, her body pressed against his became his focus.

He undressed her, fumbling and tugging in frustration as she laughed and tried to help. He growled and pushed her hands away. “I’ll do it,” he said, and then cursed when the skirt twisted around her waist and he couldn’t get to the buttons to release it.

After a minute of aggressively muttering as he tried to untangle it, he finally gave up and gave it a sharp yank. With a ripping sound the waist tore loose.

“Hey!”

“Oh, hush. You don’t need it anymore. Now that your mother’s gone, you’ll be back in jeans anyway.” He wasn’t dumb and knew very well why Charlie’s style had suddenly changed to match Vicky’s more ladylike ways.

It had been strange seeing her in skirts and dresses all the time. Not that they didn’t have their uses. The easy access for starters. But it had been another of many changes he’d seen being forced on her.

“Yeah, but … what am I going to wear home?” She tried to sound put out, but she was too excited to manage it and he saw right through the act.

“We’ll worry about that later. Maybe we’ll tuck you into one of my shirts. They’re long enough on you.” He gave the skirt another yank and then wrestled the shredded fabric off and tossed it aside.

The panties were going to be a different level of difficulty and he had to remove his knee from its warm nest between her thighs. But first he collected another kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, exploring. Both hands squeezed and massaged her ass at the same time. When he got around to removing her underwear they were thoroughly soaked, and she was begging for more.

He wanted to sink into the sweet heat of her body right then, but forced himself to wait, drawing it out for both of them. Besides, he wanted to see her completely naked first. The blouse was easy to deal with, it unbuttoned in the front. The bra was slightly more complicated, but he managed to get it unhooked.

She sprawled across the bed and looked at him with such love that it took his breath away. Often their sex was rough, hard and fast to match the passion coursing through them, but in that moment, he wanted to make love to her slowly. He wanted to watch her face as she came undone.

He sensed she felt the same. They needed this slow gentle touching now, the same way they’d needed the frenzied coupling on his office desk a few weeks before. Neither of them was in a hurry to push things to the conclusion because they were too wrapped up in the moment.

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