Page 89 of The Arrangement

The word hadn’t even fully formed out of his mouth before he realized his mistake, but her satisfied laughter filled the room anyway.

“Check mate, Boss.”

“Goddamn it, Viviana.”

When her fingers started to leave the only place he wanted to see them, Anton was quick to move. Crossing the small space between their bodies, he had his arm around her waist to hold her back in place while he leaned over her back. His hand laid flat to her ass instantly, the sound of the slap echoing into quiet room.

Viviana hissed at the hit. It had been much harder than the previous ones he landed.

“You’re going to tell me,” he said, the words coming out sinister and desire-fueled at the same time. “And I’m going to get you back for that trick, baby.”

“Come on, then,” she breathed. “Do it.”

That pretty little ass of hers backed into his hand. Anton rubbed circles a little lower on her stinging flesh. His cock pressed against the small of her back, giving him just enough pressure to relieve that tension filling him back up again.

“Get that fucking hand back down there, Viviana. I want to hear those fingers sinking in and out of that pussy while I spank you again.”

Finally—finally—the word he wanted to hear forced its way out of her mouth.

“Oh, God … please.”

“Are you going to tell me?”

Anton’s hand slipped down between her thighs, meeting her own hand that was suddenly working a fast beat to her clit.

Wetness soaked his fingers more. Letting go of his hold on the bed, he leaned back enough to get her ass opened back up for his taps again.

“Are you?” he asked once more.

“Yes.”

“Tell me.”

“I-in … in the shower,” she whimpered.

Anton cocked his head to the side, brow furrowing. “You watched me in the shower.” It wasn’t even a question, just a crazy, hot realization that flooded both his mind and cock with the same lustful ravaging wave of need. A tiny nod answered him back. Jesus, why did that turn him on so fucking much? “Why?”

“Because—” Without warning, he released her ass before landing another solid smack to the back of her left thigh. Her fingers stuttered along his, stopping the rhythm to her clit instantly. “Fuck, please …”

“Don’t stop. Get that pussy of yours good and wet for me. Now, answer.”

“I ha-had to grab … the hair … hairbrush,” she managed to get out. “You didn’t even know. Just cau-caught it out of the corner of … my … my eye. I’m—”

“Next time join me.”

Her thighs trembled as heat saturated his palm when it laid down flat to sooth away some of the sting he’d created on her flesh.

“Come on, come for me. I want to really get started. This was nothing.”

And she did … broke so beautifully, high cries muffling into the sheets. She might have won, but he was still right. It felt awfully fucking good for him, too.

• • •

A week later, Viviana was on edge. She hadn’t been expecting to be.

“Are you going to make that tasting with me today?”

Damn, she tried so hard to keep the tension out of her voice. It didn’t work.