Page 63 of Knot Guaranteed

“Shh, keep your voice down. I don’t want to get in trouble,” she says.

I glance between them, and Jack holds up a small clear box with a memory disk in it.

“Your girl was kind enough to offer me some pictures. Ava is graduating at the end of the fall semester. I’ll probably miss the ceremony because of our schedule, but I thought maybe I could send her a couple pictures of us to remind her...” Jack laughs, shrugging a shoulder.

“Just don’t rat me out. I’m fairly sure those are supposed to belong to the label.” She giveshima bright smile. “But they’re all of the two of you. I don’t think they could’ve used them, anyway.”

“Thanks again,” he says, heading back toward the room we came out of.

“What have I told you about disappearing when I’m busy?” I growl, backing her against the wall.

“I had to pee,” she huffs. “Jack caught me before I even made it into the hallway and waited for me. I think he was trying to be a decent friend.” Her hands land on my chest, giving me a little shove. “You’re in a bad mood.”

“I don’t think you’ve got the first clue how close I am to snapping.” Maybe it’s the defiant look on her face, but the next thing I know, I’m dragging her toward the bathroom. “You used it?”

“Yeah.”

We continue back to the greenroom we were in earlier. I shove her inside before flicking the lock. “How the hell am I supposed to keep you safe with all of my responsibilities if you don’t listen to me?”

“My safety is never just on your shoulders. Are you okay?” she asks.

I spin her around, shoving her palms to rest on the wall. I bring her wrists together, holding them with one of my hands. My head shakes as I growl. The haze is too deep. Maybe I’ve finally gone off the deep end. Six years is a lot of fucking waiting.

I flip up the back of her dress, and she’s in a pair of panties I picked out. That definitely doesn’t help the fog. “I know Warrick loves to taunt you with spanking your ass, but I’m not sure you understand how seriousmydrive is to keep you safe. I walked out of the remainder of my interview.”

“I’m sorry,” she gasps as I slide my hand over her ass. “You’re right. I’ll be more careful. Thank you for always looking after me.”

“Oh, sweetheart. Do you think that’s going to get you out of my palm on your ass?” I nip at her ear, licking down her neck.

“Fitzy,” she moans long and loud.

“Yeah, Tinsel?”

She slams her ass back into my cock, wiggling her hips. “Let me show you how sorry I am. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

Aww, fuck. The fog gets so thick that I rake my teeth over the top of her shoulder with little care. I run into the sleeve of her dress and move to kiss her cheek. “Panties off?”

She nods.

“Keep them here.” I pat her wrists before releasing them. My hands fall to her sides as I pull her panties down and off over her flats. I shove them in my back pocket and groan when I realize I can see a peek of her pussy with her all bent over. I grind my jeans against her ass as I turn her face enough that I can shove my mouth to hers. “If it gets too much, then tell me.”

“I will,” she agrees as her chest heaves. “Now, spank me.”

She doesn’t get how worried I’ve been lately. It’s clear by the look on her face, but I don’t want to hurt her. I land my hand against her and watch every nuance on her face as she yelps.

“That’s a good girl,” I coo into her ear. “Let’s just handle your punishment, so we can move on. Okay?”

“I’m not afraid of you.” She smiles at me over her shoulder. “Do your worst.” She’s entirely too sassy when she gets comfortable with someone.

I may have held off on sex, but I’m not a fucking saint. I’ve watched more porn than it’s probably healthy to admit. A fair amount of that was designed for women, which I’m surprisingly thankful I came across. My left hand slides around her hip, yanking her farther back while I slide to the side. “You sayredif it’s too much or you want me to stop.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers.

Her dress is still trapped around her hips. The way she’s shaking betrays her anxiety or anticipation.

Get to it, asshole.Talking a big game doesn’t mean much if you’re unwilling to follow through.

I exhale and bounce my palm against her backside repeatedly. I don’t use a lot of pressure, not yet. I need to see how she responds. Her mouth parts and she gasps. I take a step to make it easier to work the other cheek and watch her face as I give a few introductory smacks on that side too. I don’t want to land too many in one place. I truly don’t want to hurt her. Well, not in any way she doesn’t enjoy.

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