Page 73 of Love Unspoken

I should've been scandalized. Offended. I was a grown woman. No one spanked me. Who the fuck did Amias Westbrook think he was?

"Any other reason you'd spank me?" I purred instead, because the smack on my ass had also aroused me.

He squeezed my ass. "Darling, Naya, I'll give you all the reasons you need to piss me off, so I can redden your ass so hard you won't be able to sit without thinking about me."

I squirmed on top of him.

"That excites you?" he asked, his hands now caressing my ass, my back.

"I think so."

He kissed me again, and his hands were under my sweater, cupping my breasts. I whimpered, and right then, we heard the sounds of kids.

I scrambled off of him and almost fell on the passenger side. We were in the parking lot of a farm where families were driving in and out on Christmas F’ing Day and I was making out on the front seat. I was losing my mind with this man.

"God, I'm mortified."

Amias laughed. "Come on, Miss Mortification, let's go eat an early dinner so I can mortify you some more."

He drove us to a gorgeous little inn nearby, and we ate by the light of a crackling fire.

"To our first Christmas." Amias raised his glass.

He was saying first like there would be many more. I couldn't hope. I didn't dare to hope.

"Merry Christmas, Amias." I clinked my glass with his.

"I was wondering," Amias began and then winked at me, "how about we spend the night here and not drive back to Boston?"

The Inn was beautiful, and I had thought it would be lovely to stay.

As we had driven here, I thought it looked like a scene from a storybook, its windows aglow with soft, inviting light that pierced the early evening gloom. Nestled amidst a blanket of snow, it promised warmth and an old-world charm that piqued my curiosity and excitement.

Stepping inside, we were greeted by the gentle hum of conversation from the main parlor, where a fire crackled merrily in the hearth. The aroma of mulled wine and freshly baked bread filled the air, enveloping us in a sense of immediate comfort and welcome.

"Ah…but we don't have a…we didn't pack anything."

"I always have an overnight bag in the car, so I can make sure you have a toothbrush."

"Clothes?"

"You don't need them tonight," he smirked.

I felt heat rise through me. "You want us to…ah…stay the night here and…?"

"Yeah. But we don't have to, Naya."

I let out a long breath. "I want to. I…do. But I have a request."

"Tell me."

"Can we not have the lights on?" I closed my eyes when I said it. I was scared that in the middle of lovemaking, he'd bolt.

"No."

"Amias," I protested.

"Until you agree to having the lights on, I'm not putting out."