Page 25 of First Comes Love… Then Denial

The little girl's familiar bright blue eyes had me turning my head in Candice’s direction. When our eyes met, she let out a heavy sigh and shrugged.

"Not sure why I hung it up," she whispered then set her keys in an empty candy dish. "Hell. I'm still not sure why I painted it."

"What? You painted this?" I asked, pointing at the picture. My voice came out louder than I had intended and Candice winced.

"No need to yell," she teased. "But yes. I never thought I'd have company over to see them; otherwise, I wouldn't have hung them up."

"Them?" My eyes quickly looked around the room. The paintings were all different but all had similar paint techniques. "You painted all of these?"

"Mmhmm. But don't tease me." She waved her finger at me, making me laugh and hold up my fingers in Boy Scouts honor. She rolled her eyes and laughed.

"I promise I won't tease you, Candice. These are really amazing."

Her cream-colored cheeks reddened and she played with the hem of your shirt. The woman was adorable when she was embarrassed.

"You know you're absolutely beautiful when you blush," I stated, walking over to her. She shook her head slightly and lowered her eyes to the floor. It made her look shy and innocent.

Fuck,I groaned internally, when a vision of her in a schoolgirl outfit, bent over my knee raced through my mind. My cock stiffened.

"Don't make that face," I moaned. She lifted her faze up to mine. She looked curious. "You look so innocent, but also look like you could use a good spanking."

Candice swallowed hard and sucked in a sharp breath. The innocent look in her eyes shifted to lustfulness.

"Does that mean you're going to punish me… sir?" she pouted.

“Fuck,” I growled, grabbing her by her hips and slamming her against the wall. She looked up at me with a smug grin. “You are a little minx.”

“No one uses that ancient word anymore, grandpa,” she grinned.

I spun her around and pushed her body against the wall with one hand. With my free hand, I smacked her ass hard.

“Zane!” she cried out, looking over her shoulder at me. The look in her eyes made me regret spanking her.

“I am so sorry,” I whispered, rubbing her ass. Candice shook her head. “No? No what?”

“Don’t apologize.” Her voice was sultry and had me mindlessly undoing my pants.

“Strip,” I ordered, taking a few steps away from her. “Show me what’s mine.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied, pulling open her shirt.

Several of the buttons from her shirt fell to the floor. Candice’s eyes remained locked on me as she continued to undress.

“Mmm. Such a goodgirl[6].”

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