Page 18 of No Going Back

“I’m glad you approve.”

Guy wrapped an arm around her and pulled her to him. Unable to resist temptation, he planted a hand on her backside and squeezed, eliciting a soft moan of pleasure that vibrated against his lips.

“Warming… me up… for that… spanking?” she managed to get out between kisses.

Guy stilled. Where was she going with this?

“Just thought I’d ask, since this is our third date.”

“You like the idea?” Please God.

“I like the idea of you doing it. Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

He had to disabuse her of the notion of apologising for honesty. That trait would be valued and cherished in the kind of relationship he’d love to have with her. “I should spank you for that.”

“For saying I like the thought of you spanking me?”

“For apologising for saying it. You should never apologise for being honest. And if we’re going to discuss that, you should know I insist on honesty at all times. Think you can handle that?”

She chewed her lower lip. “You’re a scary man, Sir Guy.”

For once, he didn’t correct her about the use of his title. In the context of this conversation, it was… fitting. If she only knew. She’d run for the hills if he went full sadist on her. “You didn’t answer my question, sweet one.”

“I can handle that. So, are you going to spank me?”

“Do you think I should?”

“I think you should do whatever you deem appropriate for the circumstances.”

What he deemed appropriate would most likely be highly inappropriate for someone like Maddie. How would she react if he told her he found pleasure in having his woman’s eyes shine with tears from what he was doing to her? Could safe, sane, consensual mean anything more to her than the dictionary definitions of the words?

His eyes narrowed. Her breathing was noticeably more rapid and shallow, her posture open and inviting. She was an intelligent woman. Even if only through popular culture, Guy had no doubt she was acquainted with the shallower waters of his favoured lifestyle. As he continued his examination of her expression and her body language, a question formed in his mind.

“Hypothetically, if I were to tell you to lie over my lap with your bottom bare, how might you react?”

Her eyes widened, but not with shock or horror. “Hypothetically, I think I might be interested in finding out what it feels like, so hypothetically, I might do it.”

Yes, and if she were to lay over his lap now, she’d have no doubt about how her words affected him. Hell, this woman could get him hard. “Then do it.”

He kept his voice soft, but the edge of command was clear. She pushed away from him, and with a wiggle of her hips, shoved her trousers down her thighs, along with the scrap of white lace that had shielded her mound.

She trimmed, as he’d thought.

Maddie inched forward on her knees, and then draped herself over his lap. With one hand, he lifted her shirt out of the way, while the other stroked the soft, smooth skin of her rear. He trailed his fingers over her curves, and a flash fire of desire burned him up.

“Thank you for your trust, Maddie. Because we haven’t set out any rules, or discussed limits, if what I do becomes too much for you, just tell me to stop and I’ll stop. Okay?”

“I understand.”

He wouldn’t insult her intelligence by asking her if she was sure. Instead, he turned his attention to the enchanting sight laid before him. He was also struck by the air of calmness around her—her head was pillowed on her forearms, and she seemed quite content. Perhaps he’d underestimated her awareness of the lifestyle.

His palm moved over her skin in circles to warm her up. Enthralled though he was, Guy wouldn’t let that get in the way of monitoring her condition. At the first sign of distress, he’d bring an immediate end to this experiment.

“Do you know how desirable you look right now?”

“My bottom’s too big.”

Guy rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Says who? I happen to think it’s irresistible.”