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Claire gives a slow nod, which I know means she’s not confident in my answer.
Fair, because neither am I. But before I can think about it anymore, Justin calls me over to read with him. As I walk past Devon, he gives me a little swat on the butt and a wink, making me temporarily forget all my concerns.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
DEVON
“God, you were sexy tonight,”I mutter, kissing Kennedy’s neck the second she joins me in bed.
“Was I?”
I lift my lips off her neck and look at her.
“Hell yes. You were happy, full of life, and charming everyone. You’re a natural people person, and there’s nothing sexier than seeing you in your element. Not to mention you getting up and reading that chapter with Justin. Wasn’t even a sex scene, but hell, it turned me on.”
“Me flirting with Justin gets you off? Maybe we should have him join us tonight,” she teases.
Shaking my head, I pin her to the bed and crawl on top of her.
“Mm. I don’t think so.” Dipping my head down, I run my lips up her neck. “You’re mine, remember? All mine. Or do I need to remind you?”
“All yours? Hm. I’m not sure I recall signing up for that.”
Heat floods my body and my dick springs to life. The challenge in her voice sets me off, and I’m ready to play.
In a quick motion, I climb off her, then flip her over, pinning her to the bed again. Before I get started, I lean down and whisper in her ear. “You okay?”
She nods. “I’ll tell you if I don’t like something.”
“Good,” I breathe, then I sit back on my heels and rub my hand over her ass, feeling the warmth of her skin before lifting my hand and spanking her.
A soft cry of pain mixed with pleasure spills out of her mouth.
Grabbing a wrist in each hand, I pin her arms behind her back, holding both wrists with one hand as I slap her ass again, a little harder this time.
“You don’t remember who you belong to? Good girls remember.”
“Maybe I don’t want to be good.”
Taking a fist full of her hair, I turn her head to the side. “So you want to be fucked like a bad girl?”
“Yes,” she hisses, wiggling her ass toward me.
My girl likes a little roleplaying. I could get used to this. I’ve had fantasies, but never been with anyone long enough to want to explore them. With Kennedy, I want to try it all.
Backing up, I grab her thighs and push them forward so her ass lifts into the air, then lie flat on my back and slide my head between her legs, lifting them so she’s sitting on my face.
“Oh my god,” she gasps as I lick up her center.
Holding her thighs, I eat her sweet pussy like it’s my last meal. Every moan is an ego boost. Every gasp of pleasure and trembling muscle urges me on. She moves with my tongue, riding my face until she’s so close every muscle in her body has tightened up.
That’s when I stop licking, softly kiss her clit, and slide out from under her.
“Wha—what are you doing?” she whines.
“You think you get to come? Bad girls don’t get to come until I say.”
She lets out an exasperated groan.
