Page 18 of Size Doesn't Matter

“Which one? Open or free?”

Jack stared down at her and traced his fingertips along her jaw, learned the shape of her face, admired the softness of her skin. “Both.”

His pulse kicked up a notch when she closed her eyes and leaned into his touch.

“You’re obviously not hanging out with the right people.”

She wasn’t wrong. Not only was Jack not hanging out with the right people, but he rarely if ever hung out with anyone anymore. What little spare time he had was reserved for sleeping or hitting the gym or family commitments. And since his family commitments were usually tied into his work commitments, he felt like he never got a damn day off. A situation that would only become worse in the coming weeks and months.

But that was a problem for another day.

Right now he had a willing woman in his bed, a dick so hard it could hammer nails, and nowhere to be in the morning.

The recipe for a perfect night.

“Pretty sure I’m with the right person tonight,” Jack said quietly.

Sophie’s eyes fluttered open, and she smiled up at him again. “Yes, sir,” she whispered, her breath hitching, causing her breasts to swell against his chest. “Definitely the right person.”

Angling his head, he lowered his mouth over hers and kissed her, slowly, deliberately, pushing his tongue inside her sweet mouth the way he intended to push it inside her hot pussy. When he felt her arms lower and her hands touch against his hair, he pulled back with a snarl, grabbed her wrists, and forced them back over her head. He held them there with one hand while the other curled around her throat once more.

“Leave your hands where I put them, Sophie,” he said. “Naughty girls get punished.”

Sophie tugged against his hold, and her mouth twisted with mischief, and he realised something.

She’d done it on purpose. She’d wanted to provoke a response out of him.

“I was kinda looking forward to not walking straight tomorrow.”

Tilting his head to one side, Jack narrowed his gaze and studied the woman beneath him, observed the defiance in her features, the jutting of her chin, that one boldly cocked brow daring him to do his worst.

And that was when he realised the woman in his bed wasn’t just submissive.

She was abrat.

He bit back the urge to laugh as she tested his hold on her again, rubbed her pretty little nipples against his firm chest, as if that would make him move.

Neither of them was going anywhere.

But maybe hewasbeing overly cautious.

His infrequent conquests over the past couple of years had served a purely biological function, not a kinky one, so it was possible he had misjudged the situation by erring on the side of caution.

Maybe he’d gone so long without a truly submissive partner that he’d forgotten what it was like to be with someone who not only wanted what he was offering but actually craved it.

Deciding to test his theory, he tightened his grip on her wrists and gave her throat a gentle squeeze, careful not to close off her airway. “Is that what you want, Sophie? Do you want me to punish you?”

“I want you to do what you said you weren’t going to do,” she said, frustration bleeding through her words as she tugged at her wrists again.

Jack smiled slowly, wickedly as he eased his grip on her hands and throat and pushed himself up so he was straddling Sophie’s hips, his rock-hard cock on blatant display between them. “You want me to spank you?”

She shifted as if she was about to reach for him again, but a quick glare down at her saw her stiffen and keep her hands where he’d put them.

Good. She was a fast learner.

“Yes, please,” she said, her tone of frustration replaced by an eagerness he liked very much.

“And you wouldn’t mind me leaving marks on your skin?”

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