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“I’d do anything you asked of me, Dove.”
She snorted, “The last time we talked about Kade, you yelled at me. Pardon me if my confidence is a little shaky on that topic.”
At first, I wanted to rebuke her claim, arguing that she was wrong. But she wasn’t, not really. I didn’t remember yelling at her exactly during that exchange outside of the shop, but it didn’t matter. I failed her needs at that moment by reacting to the news that she had once again been with Diesel and taking it out on her.
“Just promise me one thing.” I said, running my fingers through her hair as she leaned back again to look up at me.
“I’ll try.”
“Promise me that if he’s a lost cause, you'll let him go.”
“Zeke,” She started, but I shook my head and silenced her.
“Some people can’t be saved. Some things are out of our control, and not everyone even wants help. So, I’ll get involved and help you, but I don’t want you to hold yourself to blame if it doesn’t go your way in the end. Not everything can be fixed.”
“I know.” She sighed. “But I want to try. I can’t explain the draw to him, but it’s there. Something bigger than you and me is telling me that I need to try. Past that, I don’t know what will happen, but I think he needs us.”
“Us.” I repeated, rolling the word around in my mind as she smiled against my neck.
“Unless you want me going off on my own again—” She joked. “I seem to be a magnet for trouble, though.”
I scoffed, adjusting her on my lap until she was face down over my lap across the couch. She giggled, wordlessly telling me she was okay, so I went further, rubbing my hand over her ass in her tight jeans before squeezing one of her plump ass cheeks. “I think I like when your trouble is only found here with me.”
“Mmh,” She wiggled her hips and looked over her shoulder at me. “Can we try something?”
My dick throbbed under her as I nodded.
She was nervous, I could tell by the way she nibbled on her bottom lip and avoided eye contact. “Will you spank me?”
My hand tightened on her ass cheek, and my breath hitched in my throat as my heart raced like it had just been electrocuted. For the last few days, she had been working through her list—the kink list. Asking me questions like they were hypothetical and not specific to her, but I knew better. “Why do you want to try that?”
“Because I think I’d like it.” She licked her lips, “When you touch me, I—” She sighed, “I burn, Zeke.”
“What does spanking have to do with that?” I questioned, rubbing my palm over her ass, dipping my fingers between her thighs ever so slightly and rubbing.
“Because I throb when I think about you doing it to me.” Laila’s sweet innocent voice speaking such filth nearly broke me.
“If you want it, you have to prove it.” I slid my fingers between her legs and pushed them against her hot and apparently throbbing core. “Stand up and take your jeans off.”
She blinked once, and then scrambled from my lap, flicking the button of her pants open and then pushing them down over her flared hips. The entire time I sat on the couch, leaned back, watching her, letting her see the hunger in my gaze as she gave me the only thing I ever craved from her—her words.
There she was before me, in a pair of black panties and her black uniform shirt. “Take your shirt off, Dove.”
Laila didn’t even hesitate as she pulled it up over her head and tossed it on the floor with her jeans. “Now what?” she asked softly.
We were toeing the line of right and wrong, safe and dangerous, yet I ached to see how far she would go with me. Because with me—she was safe.
“Lie down like you were.” I ran my palm over my thigh, still wearing only my towel from my shower, but my good girl crawled across my lap, just like I said. “That’s a good girl.” I praised, running my knuckles down the long length of her spine, teasing the clasp of her matching black bra before flicking it open so I could trace a line from the base of her skull to the base of her spine. “Tell me what you like most about the idea of me spanking you.”
She swallowed, the noise audible as she laid her cheek on the couch so she could look at me. “I don’t know exactly.” She took a deep breath, “It started spinning in my head the other night at Neat. When you were all aggression and testosterone and so—” She groaned, “So damn sexy.”
“And you think if you feel that strength and testosterone, that you’ll what? Enjoy it?”
“God, I hope so,” She groaned, “Or this will all be incredibly embarrassing.”
“No, it won’t.” I admonished, tracing the edge of her panties over her ass cheeks, dipping between her thighs and back over the seam of the fabric, tempting and teasing her. “Anything we learn about each other is invaluable information to have. You need to remember that. And anytime you want something from me, just tell me, and it’s yours. Anytime you don’t like something, just tell me and I’ll never do it again.”
“What about you?” She whispered. “This—do you like this?”
