Page 82 of Stella
“And you’re a brat.”
That sexy smile that I love creeps onto her plump lips. Lips that were wrapped around my cock, choking on it as she sucked me off. Tattoo or not, there is no way I could ever get my fill of her.
“It might not be so bad.” She shrugs. “Being a brat.”
The warm water floods over her skin as I stand in her tiny shower, reaching for her vanilla body wash. This is why she smells so fucking good.
“You think?”
“I know.”
I squirt the gel into my hands and begin to wash her. I don’t like the idea of her hurting, or bleeding because of me, but when I crouch down with the washcloth, she shows me with her fingers. “See, only a little.”
I swallow hard, guilt washes over, but only for a split second. I remember I’m the only fucking one who has had this access to her body, and I want to keep it that way.
“Are you sure you don’t regret it being me?” I can’t meet her eyes.
She laughs without humor. “Why would you ask that?”
“Because we argue a lot for people who aren’t dating.”
“That’s true, but think of the makeup sex.”
I can’t hold in my laughter, chuckling as I wash her gently. Standing, I stroke my hands up her body as I do so, palming her breasts as her breath hitches. “I’m already thinking about it.”
“I’ve been a bad girl, and you know what happens to bad girls, don’t you,Detective?”
Man, she knows how to get me. Just. Like. That.
I cup her chin. “What?”
“They submit.”
My cock hardens. “You? Submit?” I snort. “This I’ve gotta see.”
She palms my cock, and I hiss. “I bet if I dropped to my knees and did a little more oral presentation, you might beg to differ.”
“You and that mouth.”
“Or you might like to spank my ass for not telling you about the tat.”
I know she’s riling me. She doesn’t have to ask my permission for shit, but she also knew it would piss me off. “Brats get bent over my knee.” I deepen the kiss as her hand moves up and down my cock. “Then they get fucked without mercy.”
“Wow,” she breathes. “You certainly have a way with words.”
I want to do it, but I need her full consent first. She might think she knows what this entails, but she really has no clue. “You sure you wanna be spanked on our first night together?”
“For heaven’s sake, Cale, I’m an adult. But if you insist I have a safe word, then that’s fine… what should we make it?”
“We’re not gonna get to that point.”
She pouts just a little. “You’re no fun.”
I nip her chin. “I meant tonight.”
“So that means handcuffs aren’t completely out of the question?”
“Those and a gag,” I chuckle.
