weren’t big on any aspect of parenting.”
That was
true, so she said nothing.
Neither
did he.
The clock
on the far wall ticked. Otherwise the house was silent.
She gave
in abruptly when she couldn’t take the waiting anymore.
“Would
you get it over with? I can’t stand the suspense. Go ahead and roll out your next kinky disciplinary action.”
He looked
over at her. “I’m tired. I’m not used to this much excitement
after a day at work.”
“Maybe
you’d be happier living in your apartment during the week?”
He
scowled. “Nice try.”
Denise
sighed. “I lost the thingie.”
Andrew
cocked his head. “Come again?”
“The
thingie. I lost it.”
He sat up
straight and the corner of his mouth tried to tick up.
“I heard
the screaming and grabbed my robe and ran.”
“You
don’t know where it is?”
She shook
her head.
“You’ve
looked?”
Denise
nodded.
The idiot
burst into laughter.
“Come
here.” Andrew patted the bed next to his hip.
She
looked at him suspiciously.
“I’m not
going to smack you, Denise. Come
here.”
She
wasn’t convinced, but sat down almost out of his reach. He grinned and leaned
forward, easily catching her arm and pulling her down next to him.
Still
suspicious, she lay stiff and tried to calm her heart. His hand found its way up into her hair
and stroked.She gritted her teeth. The bastard. The sneaky
bastard. If there was a woman alive who could resist having her hair stroked
Denise had never met her.
She would
remain vigilant, vigilant like a hawk. This man had spanked her, publicly. He’d shoved things up inside her very private
not-made-for-entry zone. He’d made
dinner. God knows what he’d get up
to next.
His hand
lingered on her brow and he flicked his pinkie lightly across it, then dropped
it down further to caress her eyelid.
Her spine
was melting into the mattress. She
struggled to remain hawk like.
A finger
traced the curve of her ear.
Her toes
curled.
He pushed
himself up on one elbow. Denise
kept her eyes closed because she sure the heck couldn’t meet his eyes.
Shit. There were his lips. Soft. Gentle. Her
brow. Her cheekbones. Christ she’d
always been a sucker for kisses on her cheekbones and he KNEW that.
A finger,
she no longer knew which one, traced her lips. He began undoing buttons and paused, taking a break to graze a finger across her
breast. Or there, that was the nipple between the thumb and forefinger roll.
And that
was a moan.
From her.
Goddammit.
“Tell me
everything, Baby.” He crooned the words in her ear. Swear to god. That was a croon and before this moment
she didn’t think she’d even heard the word. How could she think? Her entire body was leaping with joy at
the prospect of another orgasm. Or three.
“Come on,
Sweet thing. Confess.”
She
stiffened. This was a terrible
trap.
His mouth
hovered, warm, over her nipple.
She
unstiffened. His mouth closed over the distended nub, and she moaned again at
the damp warm luxury. He shifted, and his weight settled on her. His erection, hot and long, pressed
against her girl parts. His lips moved to her throat and he licked at the pulse
and beat of blood at its base.
She
whimpered.
“Every
bad little thing you did today. Let’s hear it.”
What’s a woman to do? She’d always know
she was a terrible hussy.
“Everything?”
She breathed the question into his mouth because it had come back to hers.
“Ummhmmm.” His tongue tangled hers. “Let’s hear it.”
She
pressed up, wanting that length inside her. Shifting, his hand traveled to her zipper, flicked up the
tab and then stopped.
“I went
back to sleep after you woke me up.”
The
zipper gave somewhat.
“The boys
got to school late.”
The
zipper opened completely, his fingers stroked thru her panties and over her
mons.
“How many
boys got to school late?”
She
arched up into that hand. “Two.”
The
That was
true, so she said nothing.
Neither
did he.
The clock
on the far wall ticked. Otherwise the house was silent.
She gave
in abruptly when she couldn’t take the waiting anymore.
“Would
you get it over with? I can’t stand the suspense. Go ahead and roll out your next kinky disciplinary action.”
He looked
over at her. “I’m tired. I’m not used to this much excitement
after a day at work.”
“Maybe
you’d be happier living in your apartment during the week?”
He
scowled. “Nice try.”
Denise
sighed. “I lost the thingie.”
Andrew
cocked his head. “Come again?”
“The
thingie. I lost it.”
He sat up
straight and the corner of his mouth tried to tick up.
“I heard
the screaming and grabbed my robe and ran.”
“You
don’t know where it is?”
She shook
her head.
“You’ve
looked?”
Denise
nodded.
The idiot
burst into laughter.
“Come
here.” Andrew patted the bed next to his hip.
She
looked at him suspiciously.
“I’m not
going to smack you, Denise. Come
here.”
She
wasn’t convinced, but sat down almost out of his reach. He grinned and leaned
forward, easily catching her arm and pulling her down next to him.
Still
suspicious, she lay stiff and tried to calm her heart. His hand found its way up into her hair
and stroked.She gritted her teeth. The bastard. The sneaky
bastard. If there was a woman alive who could resist having her hair stroked
Denise had never met her.
She would
remain vigilant, vigilant like a hawk. This man had spanked her, publicly. He’d shoved things up inside her very private
not-made-for-entry zone. He’d made
dinner. God knows what he’d get up
to next.
His hand
lingered on her brow and he flicked his pinkie lightly across it, then dropped
it down further to caress her eyelid.
Her spine
was melting into the mattress. She
struggled to remain hawk like.
A finger
traced the curve of her ear.
Her toes
curled.
He pushed
himself up on one elbow. Denise
kept her eyes closed because she sure the heck couldn’t meet his eyes.
Shit. There were his lips. Soft. Gentle. Her
brow. Her cheekbones. Christ she’d
always been a sucker for kisses on her cheekbones and he KNEW that.
A finger,
she no longer knew which one, traced her lips. He began undoing buttons and paused, taking a break to graze a finger across her
breast. Or there, that was the nipple between the thumb and forefinger roll.
And that
was a moan.
From her.
Goddammit.
“Tell me
everything, Baby.” He crooned the words in her ear. Swear to god. That was a croon and before this moment
she didn’t think she’d even heard the word. How could she think? Her entire body was leaping with joy at
the prospect of another orgasm. Or three.
“Come on,
Sweet thing. Confess.”
She
stiffened. This was a terrible
trap.
His mouth
hovered, warm, over her nipple.
She
unstiffened. His mouth closed over the distended nub, and she moaned again at
the damp warm luxury. He shifted, and his weight settled on her. His erection, hot and long, pressed
against her girl parts. His lips moved to her throat and he licked at the pulse
and beat of blood at its base.
She
whimpered.
“Every
bad little thing you did today. Let’s hear it.”
What’s a woman to do? She’d always know
she was a terrible hussy.
“Everything?”
She breathed the question into his mouth because it had come back to hers.
“Ummhmmm.” His tongue tangled hers. “Let’s hear it.”
She
pressed up, wanting that length inside her. Shifting, his hand traveled to her zipper, flicked up the
tab and then stopped.
“I went
back to sleep after you woke me up.”
The
zipper gave somewhat.
“The boys
got to school late.”
The
zipper opened completely, his fingers stroked thru her panties and over her
mons.
“How many
boys got to school late?”
She
arched up into that hand. “Two.”
The
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