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blossomed over every delicious inch of her body.
“Stop. I can do that myself.”
“Uh-uh.” He shook his head and repeated his order. “Get used to this. This is my job from now on.” Patting her inky pubic curls, he tilted his head and imagined her swollen pussy lips all bare. “Ever had a Brazilian?”
“Whaaat?” she sputtered, slapping at his hand.
“Destiny, lie back and relax,” he ordered when she fidgeted. Laying a palm on her belly, he pushed her into a supine position. “You already have a penalty coming for moving when I told you not to. Don't add another.”
She froze, arms planted at her sides. “Penalty?”
“Yep. I'm thinking a deep-throat session.” He winked and broke into a broad smile when her eyes crossed and her throat worked.
“Or a spanking? Maybe some light bondage?”
Her eyes trailed his hand as he cleaned her; Linc noted the slight dilation of her pupils, the hitch in her even breathing.
She was curious all right, his little kitten. Maybe the next few days would go easier than he'd first calculated.
“How much battery time on your laptop?” He wanted her off balance for their remaining time in the cabin, wanted her following his lead.
She blinked and levered onto her elbows. “Pardon me?”
He suppressed a smile and lightly smoothed the damp cloth over her folds.
You are too easily distracted, Baby Doll.
Pursuing his decided strategy, he reiterated. “Your laptop, how much battery time?”
“Why do you want to know?” A frown marred the perfection of her smooth forehead. “You want to email someone?”
“Nah. So what, nine, ten hours?” he asked, deliberately doubling the normal PC battery time.
“Of course not. Three. I've never heard of a ten-hour battery for any laptop.” An indignant pout commanded her mouth.
Adorable.
Linc threw the damp towel into the bowl and nudged her thighs wider apart. Her legs fell open, and she didn't even look down when he began drying her damp flesh.
“I'll give you a choice of penalty since it's your first offense.” Linc caught her fluttering fingers with one hand, brought her palm to his mouth, and licked the circumference. He studied her expression with a sideways glance. “Ten spanks or watching Deep Throat together and trying out one of the scenes?”
She ducked her head.
He dropped the towel and cupped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.
“I can't tell if you're serious or not,” she whispered.
“Dead serious, Destiny Driven. But this time I'll choose for you. Deep Throat. I checked the time on it earlier, one hour. Maybe we'll do The Devil in Miss Jones after.”
She shuttered her eyes and bit her lip.
“What are you thinking, Destiny?”
“Have you done all of that before?” One eyetooth worried her bottom lip. Her gaze dropped to his chest, and her breasts halted their rising and falling.
“All of what? Watched porn? Yeah. Long ago, before I started getting any action.” Deliberately changing the subject, he asked, “Are you hungry? I'm starving. You didn't find any bacon in that freezer, did you?”
“Bacon?” Opulent sooty lashes fluttered and settled a tad below her brows.
“Hmm. I'm thinking I'll whip up hash browns, bacon, eggs, and toast.”
“Are you trying to throw me off subject deliberately?” Lips settling into a sullen slant, she lifted her chin.
“What do you think?” Lincoln couldn't prevent the broad smile capturing his mouth. Smart as a whip, his Destiny; she'd keep him on his toes.
“Did you study interrogation techniques? I think I'm being led down a garden path, and I'm waiting for the gate to slam in my face.” She sat up yoga-style, arms folded, making her breasts mound and plump.
Linc's dick twitched.
“No, there wasn't any bacon, but I did see a small ham. And yes, I am hungry. I'll make eggs Benedict. I saw a bag of English muffins.” Legs sliding to one side, she shot him a don't-argue-with-me glare.
Linc knew when to retreat. He flashed her what
“Stop. I can do that myself.”
“Uh-uh.” He shook his head and repeated his order. “Get used to this. This is my job from now on.” Patting her inky pubic curls, he tilted his head and imagined her swollen pussy lips all bare. “Ever had a Brazilian?”
“Whaaat?” she sputtered, slapping at his hand.
“Destiny, lie back and relax,” he ordered when she fidgeted. Laying a palm on her belly, he pushed her into a supine position. “You already have a penalty coming for moving when I told you not to. Don't add another.”
She froze, arms planted at her sides. “Penalty?”
“Yep. I'm thinking a deep-throat session.” He winked and broke into a broad smile when her eyes crossed and her throat worked.
“Or a spanking? Maybe some light bondage?”
Her eyes trailed his hand as he cleaned her; Linc noted the slight dilation of her pupils, the hitch in her even breathing.
She was curious all right, his little kitten. Maybe the next few days would go easier than he'd first calculated.
“How much battery time on your laptop?” He wanted her off balance for their remaining time in the cabin, wanted her following his lead.
She blinked and levered onto her elbows. “Pardon me?”
He suppressed a smile and lightly smoothed the damp cloth over her folds.
You are too easily distracted, Baby Doll.
Pursuing his decided strategy, he reiterated. “Your laptop, how much battery time?”
“Why do you want to know?” A frown marred the perfection of her smooth forehead. “You want to email someone?”
“Nah. So what, nine, ten hours?” he asked, deliberately doubling the normal PC battery time.
“Of course not. Three. I've never heard of a ten-hour battery for any laptop.” An indignant pout commanded her mouth.
Adorable.
Linc threw the damp towel into the bowl and nudged her thighs wider apart. Her legs fell open, and she didn't even look down when he began drying her damp flesh.
“I'll give you a choice of penalty since it's your first offense.” Linc caught her fluttering fingers with one hand, brought her palm to his mouth, and licked the circumference. He studied her expression with a sideways glance. “Ten spanks or watching Deep Throat together and trying out one of the scenes?”
She ducked her head.
He dropped the towel and cupped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.
“I can't tell if you're serious or not,” she whispered.
“Dead serious, Destiny Driven. But this time I'll choose for you. Deep Throat. I checked the time on it earlier, one hour. Maybe we'll do The Devil in Miss Jones after.”
She shuttered her eyes and bit her lip.
“What are you thinking, Destiny?”
“Have you done all of that before?” One eyetooth worried her bottom lip. Her gaze dropped to his chest, and her breasts halted their rising and falling.
“All of what? Watched porn? Yeah. Long ago, before I started getting any action.” Deliberately changing the subject, he asked, “Are you hungry? I'm starving. You didn't find any bacon in that freezer, did you?”
“Bacon?” Opulent sooty lashes fluttered and settled a tad below her brows.
“Hmm. I'm thinking I'll whip up hash browns, bacon, eggs, and toast.”
“Are you trying to throw me off subject deliberately?” Lips settling into a sullen slant, she lifted her chin.
“What do you think?” Lincoln couldn't prevent the broad smile capturing his mouth. Smart as a whip, his Destiny; she'd keep him on his toes.
“Did you study interrogation techniques? I think I'm being led down a garden path, and I'm waiting for the gate to slam in my face.” She sat up yoga-style, arms folded, making her breasts mound and plump.
Linc's dick twitched.
“No, there wasn't any bacon, but I did see a small ham. And yes, I am hungry. I'll make eggs Benedict. I saw a bag of English muffins.” Legs sliding to one side, she shot him a don't-argue-with-me glare.
Linc knew when to retreat. He flashed her what
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