Page 60 of Seven Nights

Was I ever really so stupid to think I could fuck this woman out of my system?

“You were going to spank me,” she murmurs.

“I was,” I agree. “But now I need something else.”

If Katelyn Willow is going to break my heart, better it happens tonight than a month or a year down the road.

“Stomach down on the mattress, legs together, but arms out…like half a snow angel.”

She moves into place, her gaze on me until I nod my approval and tell her to close her eyes.

I turn the mermaid lamp on, turn off the overhead light and step toward my closet.

“Have to grab something, love.”

I shut the door, strip off my shirt, shoes and socks, then swap my dress slacks for silk pajama bottoms the color of midnight. From a top shelf, I pull down a rectangular box finished with a black lacquer then return to where Katelyn waits.

“Still awake, baby?” I ask and run the back of one knuckle against the bend in her knee.

The leg twitches as she murmurs.

“Yes.”

I put the black lacquer box on the mattress then climb onto the bed, straddling her lower thighs. Leaning forward, I trace the length of one arm from the tip of a finger to the soft rounded flesh of her shoulder. Pulling her hair to one side, my lips brush the curve of her neck.

“You are stunningly perfect, Kate.”

Her mouth quirks and I offer a light growl in reprimand. She has always been hard on herself, I know that. I knew that even before our five weeks of daily conversation. She doesn’t evidence pride in her accomplishments, just tries to figure out how she could have done better. I imagine it carries over to what she sees when she looks in the mirror.

“Stunningly perfect,” I repeat as I move down her body.

I caress, kiss and massage as I go. When my head is even with her lovely ass, I peel the back of her dress up. The panties are a close match in color. Satin with something mixed in to give them enough stretch that they hug her flesh.

My balls jerk with lust.

Rolling to the side, I coax her legs apart just a little, just enough for me to slide a hand between her thighs.

Kate groans as she lifts her ass in offering.

“Down, baby.”

When she obeys, I slide a finger beneath the band of her underwear.

Need rattles in my throat and Katelyn’s as her pussy soaks my finger. My free hand holds the gusset to one side as I add more fingers.

Two…

Three…

Mewling her approval, Katelyn tries to ride the flesh I am feeding her hungry cunt.

“Down,” I repeat, more of a reprimand than indulgence shading my tone.

Her hands ball into fists, but she obeys.

My fingers fuck in and out.

Her breathing breaks into little gulps for air.

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