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were, I wouldn’t be about to spank you for what you did tonight.” Grant didn’t give her a chance to respond. He reached over her right leg still draped on his shoulder and delivered a slap to her right butt cheek that reverberated off the living room walls.
    He heard her quick intake of breath coupled with a startled gasp, moved his hand a fraction of an inch, and landed another slap. “Will you disobey us again?”
    “No. Yes. Probably. Oh God, Grant, do it again.”
    “I think she’s enjoying her punishment, Grant.” Cade’s tone was laced with amusement and thick with his own arousal.
    “Are you, Justice? Does it feel good when I spank you?” Before she could answer, he brought his hand down on her left butt cheek in two rapid smacks that equaled the intensity of the first two.
    “Yes.” She half hissed, half moaned the word. Her ass wiggled in an obvious search for another smack he didn’t give her.
    He reached between her legs with his left hand and swiped a finger between her pussy lips. She gasped and attempted to buck back with her hips. His finger came back drenched, thickly coated with white cream. He licked it clean, torturing himself when another taste he knew he must deny himself lay right there before his eyes.
    “Your pussy tastes amazing.”
    “Please, don’t stop. Taste it again.”
    “Now, darlin’, if he did that, it wouldn’t be punishment, now would it?” Cade asked.
    Grant eased back, positioned his hand between her legs, and smacked her pussy lips with a blow only slightly softer than the ones he had given her ass. The mewling cry that left her in the aftermath would stay with him for many nights to come.
    “Oh, God. Oh, God. Grant, I can’t take it.”
    “I think she likes that pussy being spanked more than her ass,” Cade commented.
    Grant focused on her reddened pussy lips, on the way they contracted spasmodically. “Are you about to come, Justice?”
    “Yes. Please. I want to come.”
    Grant slapped her sharply on her pussy lips and she moaned, the sound loud and tortured. “Did I say you could?”
    “I can’t stop it. I’m burning, Grant. I need to come.”
    “You will stop it,” Grant told her sternly. “You won’t come now, not at all tonight.”
    She whimpered, the cry growing louder as he eased her legs off his shoulders. She scrambled when he got to his feet behind her, pushed herself up off the couch, and rounded on him. “What are you doing? Where are you going?”
    Grant had never seen a woman more radiant with angered arousal than Justice was at that moment. He hooked an arm around her waist, pulling her naked body against him, and kissed her. She melted in his arms, her body instantly molding to his, offering itself to him completely. He very nearly took her up on the offer, too. His cock ached to the point of sheer agony. He wanted to flip her back over the arm of the sofa, bury his pulsing shaft in her sodden pussy, and fuck her until she begged him to stop. He wanted to fall on top of her sated and spent, gather her into his arms, and hold her the rest of the night.
    Instead, he ended the kiss, drawing back to gaze down at her. “I’m going home.”
    Her eyes widened with shock. “You can’t!”
    “I can and I am.” He brushed his lips to the tip of her nose. “And you are not to make yourself come after we’re gone. If you do, I’ll know about it and your next punishment will be worse.”
    Disbelief swept across her face. “You wouldn’t know.”
    Grant lifted a brow. “You’re free to take the chance and disobey me. Then I’ll be free to tie you down and keep you on the edge of release for as long as I want.” He let her go, keeping his gaze on her as he stepped back. Behind her, he saw Cade get to his feet and turn to leave. “Make no mistake, baby, I can bring you a millisecond from coming and keep you that way for hours if I choose.”
    “You’re an asshole.”
    The utter surprise in her voice was almost comical. The way she