to say something incredibly romantic. Could he be in love with her? A little thrill went through her at that idea, accompanied by a thudding sense of dread. It would never work. She couldn't fall in love with him. She had too much going on, too many secrets, too much responsibility. There was no time for a real relationship. There might never be time.
"You're in trouble, li’l girl."
Gabby felt like someone had spilled ice water in her lap. "Huh?"
He came closer and took her upper arms in his hands, leading her over to the bed. "You didn't mind when I told you to stay under the light where it was safe. You came traipsin' into danger like it was a shoe store."
"I thought you might need help!"
"What were you plannin' on doin' to help me?"
"I had my pepper spray."
"Have you ever used it?"
She bit her lower lip, growing defensive. "No. So what?"
"You're nearly as likely to spray yourself in the face, unless you practice with it, Gabby. The wind can blow it back at you and you'd be incapacitated, one more person for me to be concerned about durin' a fight. Or you could have sprayed me by mistake, leavin’ me to fight those men with my eyes waterin’."
Wow. "I...I didn't know that."
He shook his head, and stood her by the bed. When his hands went to his belt, she knew she was in deep trouble.
"You're not going to spank me with that belt, are you? You're going to take off your pants and we're going to make love, right?"
He quirked a dark eyebrow at her. "What do you think?"
Her butt hurt already, just thinking about it. "I'm really sorry that I worried you. I won't do it again. Honest."
"No, you'll mind for a while, then probably need another whoopin’."
Her temper flashed. "There won't be 'a while'! You're going back to Texas tomorrow."
He shook his head. "The police want me to stick around so I can identify those robbers."
"Oh."
"Yeah, 'oh.'" He tossed his belt aside, and gestured toward the bed as he began to unbutton his shirt. "Climb onto the bed, li'l girl."
Relief washed over Gabriella. No spanking, only a reprimand. Joyfully, she crawled over the comforter and laid herself out at the center of the bed. She watched him undress, and her ardor grew. He was so solid, and hard in all the places she was soft and cushy. She loved the way they fit together.
Gabby held her arms out to him as he knelt on the bed. She couldn't figure out why he didn't look happy in anticipation of joining with her, but he took her in his arms and all confusion flitted away, replaced by excitement. She was wet and eager to be filled.
He fitted her knees around his hips and ran his cock over her wet center, teasing her with each stroke over her clit. But he didn't penetrate her, and she wanted it badly. Ace kissed her breasts, teasing her nipples, and slid down her body to nibble at her belly, then worked his way up to her mouth. Their kiss was harsh, his possession of her mouth brutal. Gabby reveled in it, taking as much as she was giving. Their escape from danger made her want to grab on and not let go.
Once again he slid down her body, kissing and nibbling as he went. When he got to her pussy, he got kissing-close and breathed on her. The warmth excited her more and she moaned, running her hands through his hair, encouraging him to taste her. Instead, he knelt up and spread her knees apart more.
"You've got to learn to mind me, Gabriella," he told her, raising his hand to bring it straight down to smack her pussy.
She cried out. The pain was sharp, both from the shock of the blow and because it insulted her tender nerve endings. "Ow! Ace!"
He slapped her again, and she tried to draw her legs together, but he was kneeling between them. She squealed and protested with each spank, and there were plenty for her to complain about. Her quim was on fire, her clit engorged and throbbing. Gabby couldn't quite tell if she was more excited or more anguished. The combination was potent, and she knew she was getting wetter, despite the
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