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Collins: At least your ass will be ready for my handprint later.

Penny: I look forward to wearing any mark you want to give to me, Mr. Stone.

And then I put my game face on and walk into work, ready to get some things done.

* * *

I feel the whirl of wind and hear the cracking sound before the stinging pain registers to the rest of my senses.

“That’s for being a tease all day and making me think you weren’t wearing any panties when in fact you were. You make me wild. I had to walk around with a hard-on,” Collins says, making me bite my bottom lip to keep from laughing.

“That sounds uncomfortable.”

“Oh, it was.”

“Does this give me the right to spank you then?”

“For what?”

I look over my shoulder at him. “For looking so fuckable in your jeans and shirt. This is all your fault but yet I’m the one paying the price because you have the sex drive of a teenage boy.”

Shaking his head at me, he wields his palm through the air again and pays attention to my other ass cheek. “That’s for your smart mouth.”

I click my tongue. “It matches my smart ass.”

Collins smooths his hand out onto my burning cheeks.

Ouch, that hurt.

But it was so worth it.

“Your turn.”

He digs his fingers into my fleshy globes, and I wince from the change in pressure. “Oh, no. There’s no way I’d trust you even with just a little bit of the power.”

I laugh maniacally. “Oh, c’mon. I’ll be gentle.”

Flipping me over, Collins pins me with his body. I pretend to struggle, but only because I love the feeling of him grinding against me. It’s probably my favorite type of foreplay, because it feels primal.

Snaking his hands underneath me, he lifts my butt off the mattress, then rubs his length down my entire slit to lubricate it for my taking.

“Bend your knees, Princess.”

And I do, giving him easier access to my pussy.

As he slides in, I arch my back and let out a moan. “You make me feel so good.”

Leaning forward, Collins captures my lips. “The feeling’s mutual.”

7

PENNY

“Remind me why you’re so adamant to do this,” Collins says, pacing the bedroom.

“Because Angie and Claire are begging me to come hang out.”

“Didn’t you just see them yesterday at work?”

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