“You can be a real pain in the ass, you know that?
“Yes, I can. I also know that in about three minutes we’re going to be having this conversation with you over my knee.”
She shook her head.
His gaze turned thoughtful, and she resisted the urge to shuffle around. The naughty girl shuffle as Max liked to call it.
“I seem to recall that after a spanking was when we used to learn about what was really going on with you.”
She shook her head frantically.
Clasping her hand, he led her to the dining table. He pulled out a chair and sat. Then patted his lap. “Over.”
Oh, Lord, what had she started? She glanced over at the door. Could she make it?
“Don’t even think about it,” he told her. “There’s nowhere to hide that I won’t find you. And when I catch you, your ass is going to pay the price. Because I’ll spank you until my arm tires, and we know that will take a long, long while.”
She swallowed heavily. Yep, she had firsthand experience of just how long it would take for him to tire.
“Now, come here, Savannah Jane. And I’m not gonna tell you again.”
Oh, hell, she hated when he used her middle name. It meant she was in big trouble. She moved closer, and he widened his legs and drew her between them, cupping her ass. He squeezed her butt cheeks.
He rubbed her ass until her legs turned to mush, arousal sapping her strength as her blood seemed to pool in one area, her throbbing clit.
He started to undo her jeans. “Are you wet, Savannah?”
Oh, shit. She didn’t want to tell him the truth yet she knew that lying would just get her in more trouble.
“Savannah? It’s easy enough for me to check, so I want you to tell me the truth now, are you wet?”
“Yes,” she gritted out.
He smiled. “Good girl. Being honest is going to earn you a reward.” He tugged her jeans fully off, and she clung to him for balance as he pulled them off over her feet. Now she was dressed in just a white T-shirt and a pair of black, lace panties. She hadn’t even put on a bra this morning. Her T-shirt was an old one of Max’s, so it was loose enough that it hid her hard nipples.
“Spread your legs.”
“Logan.”
“Uh-uh, do as you’re told. I’m in charge right now.”
A thrill raced up her spine at those words. She spread her legs apart. He cupped her mound, and she knew he could feel how wet her panties were. A blush raced across her face. She closed her eyes as he squeezed her wet lips.
“Hmm, seems that maybe we haven’t been giving you what you need, Savannah.”
Her eyes shot open as she stared down at him. “What do you mean?”
“You’ve always enjoyed having us take command in the bedroom, haven’t you? Only we’ve been worried about frightening you, so we’ve held back. But from the feel of this hot, wet pussy you’re more than ready for me to take back control.”
“Oh, God, Logan.” He was killing her. Seriously.
He pushed her panties to one side then slid a long, thick finger inside. “Damn, baby. You are so ready for me, aren’t you? You want my cock inside you? Taking you?”
“Yes. Yes.” She held onto his shoulders, closing her eyes once more as her need threatened to pull her under, to have her sinking to the floor in a pile of mush.
“I can feel that you do.” Suddenly he withdrew his fingers, and she swayed at the loss. “Now lay across my lap.”
Her temper surged, and she opened her eyes to glare down at him. “Not right now!”