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“I haven’t decided.” In that grab for control, she gives me her back and swipes her keycard to open the door My hand comes down on the handle, my body framing hers, my knee in front of her leg, blocking her entry. “Once we go inside, your pretty little ass is mine, unless you say no now.”
She rotates and faces me, her hand settling on my cheek, her soft fingers rasping over my newly formed stubble. “Except,” she says, “I know you’ll always let me say no, even if I wait until we’re inside.” There is such tenderness in her eyes and voice that she undoes me. “Which is why the answer is yes. You can spank me, Cole. Because I married you for ten million reasons that include trust.”
If I wasn’t so damn hard I was about to break before those words, I’d be so damn hard I was about to break now. I’m not sure where that puts me now, besides needing inside the room. I take the key from her and swipe the card again. She rotates, her beautiful backside brushing my cock, and the minute I push the door open, she’s inside the room, but she doesn’t get far. I’m a step behind her, my reach long enough to catch her hand and pull her back to me, and by the time the door is shut, she’s against it and I’m in front of her, my legs caging hers.
“I married you for ten million reasons too,” I assure her, reaching for her zipper and pulling it all the way down, while I go down on a knee in front of her just long enough to lick her clit and hear her gasp before I’m back on my feet, turning her toward the wall to pull away her dress and bra in one quick swipe, to leave her in only her thigh highs and heels.
“One of those reasons,” I say, “is your perfect ass.” I smack her cheek in a tease of what is to come, and on her yelp, I turn her to press her back against the door. “The other,” I continue, “among the too many to count,” I clarify, “are your stunning breasts.” I reach up and tease her nipple.
She swallows hard. “You married me for my ass and my—”
“Stunning breasts,” I say. “The whole package, sweetheart. You’re the whole package for me and that makes me a damn lucky man. Don’t move. Understand?”
“Yes, Mr. Brooks. I understand.”
My lips quirk. “I really love these rare moments when you just do what I say. Too bad I can’t get you to listen with your clothes on.” I toe off my shoes.
She laughs. “I could say the same of you, only you don’t even listen when you’re naked.”
I pull my shirt off and press my hands to the wall next to her, my gaze raking her naked body before I look at her and say, “Of course I do. When you say ‘harder, faster, more’ I don’t ever deny you, now do I?”
“I don’t suppose you do,” she whispers, breathless. I really love this woman breathless. “Face the door and don’t even think about turning around.”
“Is this when you—”
“I’ll warn you. Do it.”
She turns and I don’t immediately move. I let her wait. I make us both wait, the sound of her breathing and my breathing the only whispers in the room. Seconds tick by until she whimpers, “Cole, damn it, you’re killing me.”
I drag my finger over her shoulder, goosebumps lifting in its wake. “Don’t turn,” I warn before I step back and finish undressing, and the sight of her in her heels and thigh highs, her backside waiting on my hand has me ready to bend her over the bed, spank her, fuck her and start over. I reel myself back in, wanting to show her just how much of an escape we can be together. On some level, before we go back to the states, I need her to know this. A need that claws at me in ways I can’t understand and I don’t question.
This is about more than a spanking. This is about that need to possess her that defies reason and won’t be ignored. We won’t be sleeping this last night in Paris.
Chapter fifty-six
Cole
Iwalk toward Lori and go down on one knee again, my hands at her ankles. She tries to turn and I flatten one palm on her lower back. “Move before I tell you and I’ll spank you without warning. I might not even fuck you after. And you’ll still like it.”
“You wouldn’t,” she gasps.
“Wouldn’t I? Move and you’ll find out that answer. Are we clear?”
“Crystal,” she says, that defiance I love in her overtaking her voice. “Just remember—what goes around comes around. You’re next. Maybe not tonight, but soon.”
I remove my hand and step close, but not close enough to touch her again, my hands pressing to the wall just outside hers. “Then I guess I better make your punishment worth mine?” I reply, my lips near her ear, my throbbing cock so damn close to the sweet wet heat of her body.
“I guess you better,” she dares to challenge.
I smack her backside, firm but not hard, and when she yelps, my lips quirk, and my cock twitches. Damn, I love this woman. I don’t give her time to recover from the shock, returning to her ankles, once more and my teeth scraping her pretty little backside. She arches her back, and I run my hands up the front of her thighs, my lips pressing to her lower back. I shift to her side, my lips at her hip, one hand on her belly and one on her backside.
“What comes next, Lori?” I ask, my teeth now scraping her hip.
“Apparently you spank me,” she whispers.
“No apparently about it.” I rub her cheek and give it another gentle but present smack, the fingers of my other hand sliding into the wet heat of her body at the same moment that she yelps again. “That’s not a spanking,” I say. “You know that, right?”
“Yes,” she pants out. “I’m aware, that you’re taunting me.”
