“So,” Max said, eyes glittering in the dim light of the torch. “You still wanna do this?”
She nodded, not wanting to say something overeager like, “More than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
“Might hurt.”
The thought of Max cursing and panting as he tried to press his oversized cock inside made Julia shiver. “I don’t care.”
“Are you sure?” Max clearly was getting distracted, her bossy animalistic lover shrinking back into the mild-mannered cop who’d told her this wasn’t the time or the place for sex. Panic stabbed at her temples.
“Actually, you know what?” Julia examined his heavy-looking cock. “I’m pretty sure I’ve had bigger.”
A lie, but it did the trick. All the softness vanished from Max’s expression and the next thing she knew she was on her stomach, his big body pressed against her back. “Spread your legs.”
She did what he asked. Max’s fingers trailed over her thighs. “I warned you what would happen if you were a brat to me again. I told you to watch how you spoke to me.”
Julia had a feeling she knew exactly what he wanted. She dug her knees into the carpet and arched her spine, presenting herself to him. “Maybe you should do something about it.”
He hesitated.
“Unless you want me to think I can get away with anything.”
More hesitation.
“Unless you’re too much of a little bitc—”
Max brought his palm down with such force it made her cry out.
“Brat,” Max said, sounding blackly amused. “How did you know I wanted to do that?”
Julia wriggled her hips, impatient for another blow. “I just knew.”
He smoothed a hand over her ass. “Wanted to do it since the moment I saw you in that kitchen. Walking around like you didn’t remember who I was. What we did.”
Julia swallowed hard, thankful he couldn’t see her face. Even in this context, she didn’t want to talk about the past.
Max bit her earlobe. “I wanted to pin you to the counter and smack that pretty little ass until you screamed.”
Julia looked at him over her shoulder. “What are you waiting for now? A written invitation?”
His expression hardened. “Turn around.”
Julia did as she was told, inner thighs tingling in anticipation.Smack. His hand was so big it connected with both cheeks at once. White-hot energy followed by slow, radiating pleasure.
“Feel good?”
She nodded, her nose rubbing against the carpet. She might as well have been getting licked from the way her pussy ached. Max collected her hair in a gentle ponytail. “That’s not the point, sweetheart. Now turn your ass up and bite the towel. I don’t want to hear you make a single sound when my hand comes down.”
Max’s palm cracked against her ass with a noise like a gunshot and Julia bit down on the rough material, stifling her scream as best she could. Her pussy clenched uselessly on itself, desperate to be filled, to be fucked by what Max had in his briefs.
“More. Again?”
“Not just yet.” Max smoothed a hand over her smarting cheeks. “You know why you like this so much?”
“It feels good.”
“That’s not the real reason though, is it?”
A surge of fury rose inside her. “I’ve done this before, you know.”