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And it was an order that Lily leaped to fulfill. She eagerly pressed her lips to his, their mouths meeting hungrily in a kiss that made her forget they were in the middle of a crowded street in broad daylight. She didn't care who saw them, so long as Sam kept touching her like he was. His hands were tight on her hips, pulling her against him, and she felt the unmistakable hardening of his cock against her thigh. She moaned, parting her lips to him and shifting, trying to get the pressure of his cock where she needed it the most.
Sam bit her bottom lip and pulled back from her, making her whimper. "Ah, ah, ah," he chided, his hands tightening on her hips and holding her still. "That's enough, dirty girl."
Lily whimpered but knew that if she pushed, she might just end up adding to her spanking. She managed to fight back her protest, but only just.
"In the car, or I'm going to give this borough a show they'll never forget." Sam stepped away from her and opened the car door. His movements were jerky and his voice gruff, and that at least made Lily happy. He might be stopping them, but he didn't want to. He hated this just as much as she did.
When they were in the car, they both sat in silence for a beat before she turned to him and asked, "But what's your policy on car sex?"
He laughed and started the car. "No car sex. Not happening," he told her, pulling into traffic.
"But what if—"
Sam put a hand on her thigh, and the touch stole her words away. "When I take you, little girl, we are going to need a hell of a lot more room than a back seat. Do you understand me?" The meaning of his words was plain.
"I understand you, Sir," she managed when she could speak. All Lily could imagine was what Sam would need the room for, and suddenly, the spanking that awaited her that night didn't seem like such a bad thing after all.
