He was sitting beside her on the couch with his hand between her legs, driving her wild. How had she not woken up as soon as he’d touched her? Her hips lifted off the couch in a plea for more, her body already close to the edge as he slipped two fingers inside her.
He took the hand over her mouth away gently, his touch a caress. “You’re so fucking wet, Jen. Were you dreaming about me?”
“I thought you were working,” she gasped. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”
Or knock?
“I couldn’t resist your invitation. You knew I wouldn’t be able to.” He cupped her breast through the chemise and pinched her nipple, making her moan. “You shouldn’t have sent that on your phone. I hope you deleted it and ran antivirus software.”
He wanted to have a conversation about phone viruses after waking her up halfway to orgasm?
“Brady’s boyfriend already put something on it,” she said distractedly. “It scans for bugs every hour.”
“That’s not the point. You were being careless just to tempt me. Or punish me.”
She covered the hand between her legs and pressed the heel of his palm against her clit. Yes. “It’s only a punishment if it turned you on. Did it, Trick?”
“I think it’s been too long since you’ve been spanked.”
Jen smiled sleepily, teasing him. “I think you’re right. Should we send the photo to your favorite professor? I was dreaming about him spanking me while you touched me just like this. Is he the kind of man that would spank me the way I deserve to be spanked?”
He muttered a few curses under his breath and her smile widened. She was such a brat. She used his hand to press her clit harder and gasped when the feeling sent a spark up her spine. So close.
Trick went still beside her. “You don’t need to go anywhere else for a spanking, Jen. You deserve one just for taking off those lace panties before I could rip them off with my teeth.”
She groaned when his fingers left her, desperate for her orgasm. “Please.”
Trick stood and pushed back the coffee table, lifting her off the couch to stand beside him. He undid his belt buckle and she licked her lips. “Are you going to spank me with that belt, Trick?”
“You’d probably like that,” he growled. He slid it out of its loops and caressed her hip with the leather, making her tremble. Then he dropped it on the floor in front of her. “But I’m more tactile and not nearly as sadistic as those men you used to play with.”
He unzipped his pants but stopped just shy of pulling out his erection. Evil. He was evil. “Now you’re teasing me,” she moaned. “You know what I want, Trick. Let me touch you.”
He sat down on the couch and dragged her across his lap. “Just this tonight,” he rasped. “I want you to get your spanking.”
The first smack of his hand made her body arch. He did it again. “I wasn’t lying when I said I had to work.”
He knew what he was doing. His hand was landing rhythmically all over her ass, making her squirm. The hot sting turned into need. Each time their flesh connected she wanted more. “I’m not sorry,” she moaned.
“I know you’re not.” Smack. “I was doing my best to focus on my client, and all I could think about were those damn lace panties.” Smack.
“Don’t stop.” She loved what he was doing. “I didn’t know you were so good at this.” She’d have been begging to be punished that first night.
“You have no idea, Jen. Declan’s the one with the real skills. I already know you’ve tempted him, and there will be payback. But you’re going to love it, aren’t you, greedy girl?” He pushed one wet finger into her ass and she rocked between it and his denim-covered erection.
Just like that she was lost in the fantasy again. “Yes. I want it.”
“He’s going to want inside as much as I do, Jen. He’s a big man, but he’s going to want this ass. Will you give it to him?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck, you’re so sexy, Jen. So ready for us. Show me how ready. Come for me.”
Her body responded almost instantly to his command. Damn it, she was his sex slave. “Trick. Oh God.”
Shaking against him with the powerful climax, she gasped, feeling his erection between his open jeans as waves of pleasure rolled over her. She wanted to please him too. “Let me,” she whispered. “Just once.”
He didn’t ask what she was talking about. “Not yet.”
“When?” She wanted him. She wanted every picture he painted of them together to be real. She was so ready she felt like she was going to burst. So frustrated that he wouldn’t give in to her.
Then send him away.
She couldn’t.
“Did you get the costume for the party?” he asked instead. He lifted her off of him and zipped his pants back up with a grimace while she watched.