Page 40 of Now and Forever

His loud laughter was music to my ears. “Ah, how I long to punish you. Spanking that nice round ass would be an honor.”

Spank me. Do me however you like…please? Would he back off if I spun around and wiggled my ass in front of him? He just might.

Damn. My frustrations were getting the best of me. Le sigh.

“They say people who apply pain before sex try to make up for their lack of”—I bit my lip, holding back a laugh before finishing my sentence—“significance.”

“I do so because it pleases me, as does my partner.” Something lethal sparked in his blue depths as he pinned them on me. “Pain adds a unique dimension to sex. It makes every little bit more exciting.” He stepped closer to my naked figure until his bare chest pressed against my aching nipples. His menacing eyes didn’t let up. I was spellbound. His alone for the taking. My legs thoughtlessly parted, inviting him to take a chance.

“I’m a well-endowed man. For me to fully enjoy a woman’s body, I have to have my entirety inside her walls, and to achieve that, the woman has to be above and beyond aroused. Pain is necessary. Both parties reap the rewards quite significantly.” He ground his covered cock into my wet center, evoking a sharp cry from me. “Tell me, does it feel insignificant to you?”

My mouth ran dry. I was parched and aroused at the glorious feel of him. I swallowed what little saliva I had left as I pressed my aching core against his hardness. “God, no…you feel…God, you feel so fucking good.”

“Why do you like to goad me?” He made a devilish smile, basking in my awed expression before pulling away completely.

What a tease. Why couldn’t he pull the trigger and ravish me on the spot? Trying not to show my disappointment, I attempted to play it off. “Your face...when I do it, it’s priceless. I never see you laugh, and I feel like it’s my obligation and contribution to the rest of society to remind you that you’re still human, after all.”

“Is that so?” he mused with a sexy tilt of his head.

“Like you, I can’t help it if you’re an easy target.”

He let out a boisterous laugh. “Touché.” When he sobered up, his twinkling eyes danced before me, spreading heat all over my body. We shared a moment. Jared cleared his throat, breaking the spell that he and I had been under a second ago.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up so I can shower, too,” he offered, seemingly serious all of a sudden.

Licking my lips, I eyed him incredulously, challenging him. “What’s wrong with sharing it with me?”

His throat bobbed, and his blue eyes darkened before dropping below, ogling my bosom with unconcealed hunger. “I don’t trust myself to be naked around you.”

“Yet you have no reservations of stripping me as if you have every right to do so.”

“I do have every right…” he cheekily stated before giving my ass a loud whacking. I yelped before I felt him begin to wash my hair. Then he proceeded to the rest of my body. He was careful not to touch me intimately. He was soaked, as were his pants. His blatant arousal was prominent between us, but he kept to his word. He didn’t undress until I was out of the shower. But before I walked out of the bathroom, I took a quick peek at his magnificent member. And I wished I hadn’t. It only reminded me of what Rose was enjoying.

We found a common ground, teasing and joking after yesterday’s strenuous argument. I supposed last night’s embrace was his version of apologizing. And I’d rather have this with him…It was less threatening.

Yeah, it was definitely better this way.

My hair wrapped in a towel, I donned another slip before reclining back on the bed and beginning to eat my breakfast. Instead of enjoying butter on my toast, I opted for the fresh black currant jam.

It was right after my first sip of coffee when Jared emerged from the bathroom with merely a towel wrapped around his hips to cover his crown jewels. His hair was wet, as if he barely took any effort in drying it.

“Do you want me to get another towel to dry your hair?”

He shook his head. “I love the feeling of water evaporating off my skin.” Instead of going back to his bedroom to change, he copied my position and sat on the bed before he stole my toast. He ate it in one bite.

“Ugh, you stole my food!”

“Bite me,” he muttered, provoking me further. “Can you make me another?” he asked before he took a sip of my coffee.

I glared at him, trying not to smile before I did as he asked. “If you’d told me you were hungry, I could’ve asked them to bring more food.”

“Nah, no need.” He shrugged. “I can always eat off yours.”

Fuck, why is he so fucking sexy?I wanted him—all of him. “Gee, why didn’t I think of that?”

He winked at me.

I almost died.

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