Bianca squirmed underneath her. “Why do you keep pretending you don’t love it when I act up? I know it gets you off.”
“I wouldn’t say I love it. I’d say it drives me crazy. But I do love that it gives me an excuse to punish your ass. Literally and figuratively.”
Sam nibbled the rim of Bianca’s ear before smacking her ass again. Every time Bianca gasped, Sam was reminded of their first time together, that night in the parking garage that had set off the avalanche that had carried them to this very moment.
Who am I kidding? I love this. I love her.
And she knew Bianca loved it, too. She loved being putty in Sam’s hands. She loved it when Sam put her in her place.
“Now, tell me you’re sorry,” Sam said, hand hovering over Bianca’s ass.
“Sorry for what?” Bianca asked.
“You know what.”
“Okay, I’m sorry.” Slipping out from under Sam’s hold, Bianca turned over and attempted to pull her girlfriend down for a kiss. “I’m sorry you’re a tightass who hates having any fun.”
Sam drew away, out of Bianca’s reach. “Oh, trust me. You’re going to be sorry soon.” She rose to her feet. “Now march your ass into the bedroom before I drag you there myself.”
And when Bianca refused to budge, Sam did exactly that, shutting the bedroom door in Spike’s face when he tried to follow them.