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“There isn’t a thing about you I want to change.”
“That is so very obviously a lie,” she chuckled wryly.
“What am I supposed to want to change?”
“I punched you in the nose this morning.”
“Yeah, honey, you did. Made me hard. You know how difficult it is to bounce around on a tractor with a hard-on rubbing against your zipper?”
“Going to have to plead ignorance on that one,” she laughed. “You were hard after I threw you out?”
“The way you spit fire at me, I almost came in my jeans.”
“You are a nine.”
“Come again?” Ben asked. “What’s a nine?”
“You are a nine. I am a five on my best day. A nine does not get hard for a five unless other factors are in play. Did Dad promise you something? Has it been a long time for you? Does it stroke your ego to have fives go nuts over you? Pity sex?”
Ben didn’t think. He sat up and pulled her across his lap. Yanking up her shirt, his hand landed on one cheek and then the other. He could feel the heat on her ass as he repeated her punishment until she squirmed on his lap, rubbing her thighs together. Without a peep from Angelina, Ben pulled her shirt down and tucked her in beside him.
“I will not stand for you talking about yourself like that. I told you I wanted you. I keep telling you; you are mine. I don’t lie. You are perfect. Not a little girl, not a five. Anytime I hear you saying shit about yourself, your ass will be warmed by my hand,” he warned.
Angelina was speechless. Somewhere in her mind, she knew she should be outraged. Outrage was drowned out by need. She was more turned on than she had ever been. She was wet. God, she was so wet. Each time his hand landed on her ass, it sent a delicious shock of desire through her. She was afraid she would have come if his hand spanked her one more time. Her nipples were poking through the tee as her body shifted restlessly against him. All from his hand on her ass. If she couldn’t control her traitorous body now, what would happen if it went further?
“Tell me you understand.”
“I understand.”
“Tell me you will not do it again.”
“I will try not to say things like that.”
“I suppose that is good enough for now.”
Angelina curled her body closer to his. She was practically lying on top of him. Ben was in her bed. The jury was still out on whether she wanted him to leave. Her brain screamed for her to kick him out. Her body was on board with him staying right where he was. It was taking all her restraint to remain still while she decided.
“What were you dreaming about?”
Angelina groaned. No need to use up all that restraint. Talking about Reginald was certainly a mood killer.
“Hey,” Ben stroked her back. “If it bothered you enough to invade your dreams, I need to know about it.”
“Ax murderer.”
“Try again,” Ben grunted.
“Unicorns and fairies were flying through the sky stealing the coffee of all the world.”
Ben pinched the budded little nipple poking him in the chest.
Angelina groaned and shuddered as she clenched her thighs together.
“Want to try that again?”
“Will you do that again?” She smacked a hand over her mouth, but it was too late.
“Fuck, Shorty. You couldn’t be any more perfect for me. Tell me what is bothering you, and I’ll make it worth it.”
