Page 128 of Illicit Education

He shook his head. “Yeah, you're right. That would be crazy.”

“Totally.”

“Absurd.”

“Very.”

“Like being in love after three weeks.”

I pressed my lips together and nodded.

“You couldn’t possibly love someone after three weeks.”

“No. Definitely not.”

His sexy smirk returned. “So it’s settled then.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“We’re definitely not in love.” He paused. “And definitely not moving in together.”

“Out of the question.”

“Okay. So no cohabitating. Noted.” He nodded, then pulled me toward him, crushing his lips against mine in another hungry kiss where he took what he wanted—and gave even more in return.

Then he released my neck, dragged his hand down my back to my butt, and smacked my ass.Hard.

I yelped, but the pain was short lived as my brain registered the hardness between us.

I moved against his cock and he smacked me again, the force slamming me harder against him in the process.

I moaned and gripped his shoulders, waiting for another smack.

“She likes that.Noted.” He reached down and scooped me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, looking down into his eyes as he carried me through the hallway.

We entered a room and he flicked on the lights.

And I grinned.

Mirrors on every wall.

A black leather spanking horse in the middle of the room–just like the one I loved at the Rabbit Hole–topped with one of those giant red bows.

“Is that for me?” I whispered.

“It was going to be your welcome home gift.”

I whipped my head around. “You’re serious.”

“Have you known me to make many jokes, Ms. Blake?”

“Cabot… I can’t move in.”

Could I? No. It was absurd.

But…

Intriguing.

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