Tension flows off her body. She’s waiting. Waiting for my reaction.
I’m angry. I’m amused. I’m perplexed—which seems to be my normal state around Skye.
And I’m turned on, which makes no sense at all.
She won’t let my past with Addison lie, and she must. I don’t talk about it for many reasons, none of which I’m ready to go into with Skye. Like most of my childhood, it’s better left in the past.
“I’m sorry,” she finally says. “I understand if you want to…”
I cock my head. “If I want to what?”
“Not see me anymore.”
I laugh. The boisterousness of it surprises even me. I cut my trip short, delegated important duties…and she thinks I’m going to refuse to see her?
Can she let me go that easily?
She seems willing.
And then this isn’t funny anymore. Not in the slightest.
“What’s so funny?” she demands.
I pull her against me, my lips pressing against her ear. “Nothing is funny about this.”
“Then why did you—”
“You want to know why I’m home early? Because I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I wanted you in my bed. I almost sent you a plane ticket, but I knew you wouldn’t take off work with no notice. So I came home. I came home because I couldn’t wait five fucking days to see you again.”
She swallows. “So…you’re not angry with me?”
I meet her gaze with anger bubbling through me. “I didn’t say that.”
She swallows again. “Then you are angry?”
“Of course I’m angry. Who wouldn’t be?”
She stays silent.
“The question is, what do I do about it?”
Again, she has no response.
“I could end things with you, but I didn’t fly two hundred miles today to punish myself.”
Ending things with Skye is not an option. At least not yet.
“I could take you over my knee and give you a good spanking. It’s what you deserve.”
She walks backward, away from me, until her back hits the wall beside the elevator door. I close in on her.
“Your lips are parted in that sexy way,” I rasp. “I want to kiss you so hard that your knees give out.”
She inhales a slight gasp.
“That wouldn’t punish you, though.”
She stays silent and closes her eyes.
“So no kisses tonight. I’m going to spank your creamy ass, and then I’m going to take what I came all this way for. And you’re going to let me.”
Her bourbon eyes narrow slightly. She’s thinking. Thinking about how she can give in yet still maintain control. She wants this as much as I do. I can feel it in the pulse of her body. Already she’s wet. Ready for me.
“Braden…” she whispers.
“Yes?” I lock onto her gaze with laser focus.
She inhales sharply. “Do what you need to do.”
In a flash, she’s in my arms, and I’m carrying her to my bedroom. I throw her on the bed and tug off her shoes, slacks, and panties. She spreads her legs, giving me full view of her arousal. Fuck. She’s pink and swollen and glistening with cream.
But that pussy won’t be climaxing tonight.
I close my eyes and inhale. “You smell like heaven. I’d love to taste you, Skye. Give you a hundred orgasms like last time, but that wouldn’t be punishment. So I’m going to spank you. Then I’m going to fuck you hard and fast and take my own pleasure.” I unbuckle my belt and unzip my fly. I yank my pants and underwear over my hips. My dick is fully erect, and a small pearl of clear liquid emerges.
I toss her over onto her stomach and bring my palm down on her ass.
“Ow!” she cries out.
Another slap. Then another. The pain I give her flows back into me via my palm and throughout my body. My cock throbs. Her ass is deliciously rosy.
“Gorgeous,” I rasp. “So pink.”
I slap her again and then once more.
I raise my palm for another, but my dick has other ideas. My whole body is awake with passion and desire, as the pleasure-pain I’ve given Skye rips through me like a tidal wave.
I flip her back over so she’s lying on her back.
I push her legs forward and thrust into her.
She cries out.
I fuck her hard. I fuck her fast.
And with her legs pushed so far forward, my pubic bone doesn’t nudge her clit.
Her body responds anyway, which is exactly what I want. I’m going to take her to the peak.
But I won’t let her jump.
I flick my thumb over her clit just enough to get her climbing, and then I plunge deeply inside her, embedding myself in her body and taking my own pleasure.
After only a few thrusts, I release inside her, groaning, cursing her name, and it feels amazing. Fucking amazing. Just as amazing is that I came so quickly—that my need for her is that profound.
I don’t feel one iota of guilt about her lack of orgasm. She deserves to be punished.
This doesn’t surprise me. What does surprise me is that my release is less potent.
Less potent because Skye wasn’t joining in it.
A first for me.
When I finally stop pulsing, I stay inside her for a moment, my eyes closed and my hands clamped onto her thighs.
I pull out then and open my eyes, determined not to allow my newfound revelation to change the course of the evening, the course of giving Skye the punishment she deserves.
She says nothing. Just lies there, looking beautiful but unsatisfied.
I don’t particularly like leaving a woman unsatisfied. Especially Skye.
No! I will not relent.
I pull up my pants and fasten them. “Have you eaten?” I ask nonchalantly.
She’s still naked from the waist down, her legs still spread, my semen seeping out of her. “Well…no. Not yet.”
“Get dressed. Marilyn is off this week, so I’ll order something.”
Chapter Thirty-Six
I make a quick call to a Thai place I love and order dinner. I’m pouring two Wild Turkeys at my bar when Skye appears, now fully clothed, her ponytail no longer mussed.
She’s beautiful, but I like her mussed. By me.