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He chased after me and I dodged his attempts to grab me, managing to get away every time. When I tumbled into the water, I teased him by blowing another kiss.
Stone stopped long enough to pretend he was winded, even bending over and placing his hands on his knees.
I knew better, but I stopped moving, doing nothing more than swaying my hips as I waited to see what he’d do.
He didn’t make me wait very long, bolting forward.
Yelping, I rushed into the water only to be captured by his strong arms seconds later. As he spun me around, an unexpected wave pounded against his legs. Down we both went into the surf, the hard thud as our bodies hit forcing us both to moan.
We rolled back and forth as I struggled to escape, only to be captured once again. When he pushed me down into the sand, he had the good graces to pant as if out of breath.
Ah, but I didn’t fall for that either, giving him a hard shove. He remained where he was, shaking his head as I scrambled away.
“You can’t catch me,” I tossed out.
“Are you certain?”
“Oh, you bet.”
I headed back to the house, laughing the entire time.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Suddenly, he was right behind me, picking me up, spinning me around and tossing me over his shoulder. “I didn’t say you were allowed to go anywhere.”
“And I didn’t ask.” I pummeled my fists against his back, knowing I wasn’t going anywhere.
The hard crack against my backside was jarring. “That’s your problem, Dani girl.” He smacked my butt three more times as he took long strides toward the house. “You forget who’s in charge.”
“Not you.”
I was rewarded for my insolence with the powerful man swatting my bottom several more times, all in rhythm to his footsteps.
Wiggling, I moaned and complained, but it wasn’t doing me any good.
“Think again,” he gritted out before laughing and continuing spanking me.
He didn’t stop as he slowed his gait, now taking his time heading to the house. Even while going up the stairs, he smacked my butt, moving from side to side.
By the time he made it to the landing, my legs were quivering and my pussy was throbbing. He knew how to introduce foreplay.
Once inside, he didn’t hesitate, heading straight for the bedroom.
And to the bed.
Our bed.
The one we’d shared for only a few days, the warmth and comfort of having his body wrapped around mine something I’d never forget.
During those long, cold, and very lonely nights in Paris and beyond.
A sleeping giant.
I rose from the bed, standing over him for a few seconds. The full moon was streaming in through the window, the shimmer of light highlighting his gorgeous body. He’d kicked off the sheets, allowing me an incredible vision of his massive physique.
As I dragged my tongue across my bottom lip in appreciation, I ignored the moment of sadness threatening to take away the incredible day we’d shared together.
And the night including dinner in bed.
Food was secondary to other… goodies.
