Helpless against the sensual assault, Gracie did as Wade commanded. She slipped her hand between the counter and her body and cupped her mound.
“Fuck it with your finger, pretty baby. Get yourself off while I spank this ass.”
“Wade,” she moaned, even as she glided her middle finger into her hot, wet opening. So close. She could come so easily.
Wade slapped the left cheek of her rear two more times, then switched to the other and paid the same attention to it. Over and over, Wade alternated between hard and gentle swats. Soon, Gracie was begging and writhing, her finger deeply imbedded in her pussy.
“Damn, you’re hot,” Wade growled as he massaged the sting away with his palm. “So pretty. So naughty. You love this don’t you? Admit it to me.”
As an answer, Gracie pushed her hips backwards, giving him better access to her ass. Her name passed his lips in a rough demand seconds before his hand landed on her stinging cheek once more. “Come for me. Let me see it.”
Given permission, Gracie moved her finger farther inside the heat of her pussy. Her body gripped the digit, sucking at her finger. Wade brought his hand down on her once more. Over and over. Gracie pumped herself faster, teasing her clit at the same time, while Wade delivered the stinging swats she craved. Unable to help herself, Gracie glanced over her shoulder. Wade stood behind her, his gaze on her ass, every inch the dominant male lover she’d imagined him to be. Knew him to be. She inched another finger in, watching as Wade’s gaze sought out hers. What she saw in his eyes curled her toes. Her sweet, demanding lover, aching to bring her pleasure. Her gaze darted to his crotch, and she saw the erection his jeans couldn’t even begin to hide. God, how she wanted to suck him. To swal ow his seed. Her mouth watered at the erotic thought.
Wade growled low and wrapped an arm around her middle, holding her tight. “I want my cock feeling that hot squeeze of yours, Gracie.”
“I want that, Wade. Very much.”
He shook his head. “No,” he bit out. “You lied. No cock for you. Come. Do it now.”
As far as punishments went, Gracie had had worse. The forceful command seemed to do the trick, as Gracie felt her body climbing higher and higher. She pumped her own pussy with her fingers. Just when she thought she couldn’t take another second of the pleasurable torture, Wade spanked her backside once more. Hard. Gracie’s body bowed as she exploded, screaming his name over and over.
“That’s the sweetest damn sound, baby,” Wade said, his voice deep and rough, as if ready to come himself.
“Hey, I wanted to—”
Gracie fro
ze at the familiar male voice. It did not belong to Wade.
“Oh, fuck!”
“Out, goddamnit!” Wade shouted, even as he moved to stand behind her, protecting her with his larger body.
She heard the sound of shuffling feet. “Fuck, I’m sorry. Fuck!”
Wade slammed his palm down on the counter beside her. “Out, Jonas! Now!”
“Uh, right. Shit.”
Gracie heard a door slam shut. She slumped against the counter. “Oh. My. God.” Her face was sure to be as red as her ass right now.
“I’l kil him. He’s dead.”
Gracie heard the rage in Wade’s voice, and al she could think about was stopping the runaway train of his anger. “Uh, I’m sure it wasn’t intentional.”
He kissed the top of her head and grumbled, “I’m stil gouging his eyes out.”
Gracie pushed her hips backwards. Wade got the hint and moved away. She reached down and pul ed her jeans back up. The denim scraped over her sensitive reddened flesh. She winced. Crap, that wasn’t at al pleasant. She attempted to ignore the sting as she buttoned and zipped.
Turning around, she saw Wade staring at the closed door leading to his PI business next door, a frown marring his brow. She reached up and cupped his check in her palm. He turned and stared down at her. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m sure he’s as embarrassed as we are.”
Wade’s eyes widened. “You’re defending him? He just saw your ass, which is red as hel from the spanking I just delivered, and you want to make excuses for him?”
Put that way, Gracie had half a mind to kil Jonas herself. “I . . . He must have had a good reason for walking in here after you told him to knock from now on. Maybe it’s about my stalker.”
Immediately, Gracie knew it was the right thing to say. Wade’s gaze shot to the door connecting his office to his home. He ran a hand through his hair and bit out, “Go upstairs and pul on something more comfortable. I’m going to talk to Jonas.”
Gracie bit her lip, unsure if that was guy code for “I’m going to beat him into the ground,” or not. “Is this your way of getting me out of the way so you can punch him?”