“Take your clothes off,” Josh demands, his voice deep and growly.
My nipples tighten beneath my strapless bra.
“Bossy much?” I prop my hands on my hips as I stand in front of his bed.
He crosses his arms over his chest, watching me like he knows it’s only a matter of time before I give in.
Dammit, he’s right.
With trembling fingers, I kick off my heels and strip down to my bra and panties, hesitating to do more because he inspects every square inch of my body as though I’m naked already.
“Jesus.” He steps forward and trails his fingers up and down my bare arms. “You’re beautiful.”
My brows furrow.
This seems like a compliment. I didn’t take Josh for the complimenting type.
“I would have taken you more for a dirty talk kind of guy. Or are you all bark and no bite?”
His eyes lift to mine, and he steps back and hits me with an unamused look.
“There goes that mouth again.” He unbuttons his shirt. “Always talking.”
“What are you going to do about it? Tell me I’m beautiful again?”
He undoes the last button on his shirt, pulls it off, and…holy mother of hotness.
Pecs…check.
Abs…check.
Adonis V…check.
Clavicles that I didn’t even know were hot until right this moment…check.
And his shoulders look positively lickable. They’re broad and God-like, and he should just be a lifeguard because it’s a crime to cover this body in those scrubs he wears. A tattoo peeks at me from the inside of his bicep, but his voice distracts me before I can see what it is.
“You’re going to pay for that sarcasm.” He moves closer to loom over me in all his statuesque glory. He’s a giant now that I’ve ditched my heels. He’s a shirtless, delicious-smelling giant and why is a shirtless man in a pair of suit pants so freaking hot?
I tilt my lips up, silently begging for him to kiss me again. He dips his face toward mine, his mouth a whisper away as I hold my breath and wait for contact.
“I’m all bite, sweetheart,” he says, and suddenly, a smack lands right on my thong-covered ass. The sound startles me, and my jaw drops.
“Did you…did you just spank me?” I try to ignore the fact that my ass cheek isn’t the only thing tingling.
He dips his lips to mine, taking my breath away as he grabs the area he slapped and squeezes it hard while kissing me fiercely. I push my hands against his sculpted chest, my body warring with being offended and being turned on at the same time. My voice is raw and breathy when I finally pull away, and croak, “Do it again.”
“What did you say?” Josh asks, his brows lifting with curiosity.
I squint, trying to figure out where that came from. “Do it…again.” I swallow the lump in my throat
Holy crap, I might actually be into spanking.
Josh falters for a moment, clearly surprised by my words once again. I’m surprised too, to be honest. First, I proposition him on the street, and now, I’m asking him to…
…spank me? Who am I right now?
Josh squeezes my ass in his big, warm hands. “Tell me what you want me to do. I want to hear you say it.”
I clear my throat and lift my chin as I reply slowly, “I want you to spank me again.”
A low groan rumbles in his chest as he rolls his forehead against mine and dips his lips to kiss my jaw, my neck, and my shoulder. He nibbles there for a moment before murmuring, “Fuck, you’re going to kill me.”
Without another word, he turns me around and pushes me down so I’m bent over his bed, my hands planted firmly on the mattress. He grabs my hips and pulls me back into his groin, grinding his erection against my crack as his hands glide up my back to unclasp my bra.
The air hits my nipples, and I hold my breath as Josh’s large hands glide up my ribs and over my breasts, his thumbs sliding back and forth over my hardened buds. He pulls me up so his chest is pressed against my back as he kneads my B-cups and pinches my nipples. My body heaves with desire.
His lips brush my neck as he whispers, “Guess the boob job crack you made earlier today wasn’t from personal experience?”
My jaw drops. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
I turn to shove him away, but his grip tightens on me as he murmurs into my ear, “I didn’t say you needed ’em, sweetheart.”
He bites my lobe, and in a flash, he shoves me down again. Running his hands greedily over my ass, he squeezes and fondles the flesh as though he’s prepping it. “You said you like it when I spank you?” he asks as he drops a kiss on my back.
Wetness pools between my legs as memories of his previous slap resonate through my entire body.
“I think so,” I croak shamelessly.
I can practically hear the smile on his lips as he continues stroking my cheeks. “I’m going to make sure you like it.”
He shifts away from me, and I suck in a sharp breath when he pulls on my thong, yanking the fabric away from my center.
His fingers gently swipe along my slit, making me jump, and his voice is deep when he says, “You’re fucking soaked for me already, and I’ve barely touched you.” He swirls my clit, sending electric shockwaves through my entire body. “Tell me what you want, Lynsey.”
Biting my lip, I look over my shoulder. He stands in nothing but his slacks with a seriously tented erection. His eyes are dark with desire as he waits for me to answer.
Steeling myself, I take a deep breath in and state firmly, “I want you to spank me, Josh.”
He smiles, and without warning, his hand descends onto my ass cheek in a surprisingly hard smack. This one is deeper and less playful than the previous one and…
Holy shit, I’m going to die.
I press my forehead against his gray duvet and grip the fabric as though I’m going to collapse from an orgasm over one single swat. I groan into the mattress, closing my eyes tight, and then push myself back into him so I can bask in his heat, his pressure, his touch. I want this man all over me. I’m so close.
He moves my panties to the side and plunges a finger deep into my core, my voice hoarse when I cry out.
“You’re wet and so tight,” he growls, dropping his lips to my hot cheek where he just slapped. His tongue sweeps my tender flesh as he murmurs, “Fucking perfect.”
I rock back into him as his fingers pump in and out of me, and I’m so close to climax it’s insane.
Has any man ever got me this hot this fast?
Hell. Fucking. No.
My vibrator even takes longer than this.
“Do you want more?” he asks knowingly, circling my clit and causing me to cry out.
“Yes,” I moan instantly. “God, yes. I want you to spank me again and again.”
The warmth of his body moves away as he pulls my panties off, tapping my ankles for me to step out of them. “Five more times and then I need to be inside you.”
The wicked promise behind his words almost sounds better than another spanking.
Almost.
He strokes my ass, squeezing the flesh firmly in his two large hands. His deep grunts push me higher.
When his hand pulls away, I hold my breath and cry out with abandon as his slap lands right on my other cheek, stoking the most intense fire inside me that I’ve ever experienced. He swats again in rapid succession, alternating between each cheek. The fifth and final slap hits my core, sending a jolt of electricity roaring all the way to my fingers and toes as my legs collapse with my release.