“Naughty girls get spanked.”
“Some girls misbehave to get spanked,” she countered.
He gave a bark of laughter. “Thought you enjoyed that. Has anyone spanked you before?”
“You’re my first,” she said solemnly then spoiled the moment with a girlish giggle. She clapped a hand over her mouth. She was not a giggling girl.
“It’s good to see you happy and relaxed.” Josh ripped open the foil package and donned the condom. “Smiling more. Your smile is stunning. It lights up your entire face.” He rose over her, kissed her gently.
Too lightly.
“Harder. More,” she ordered. “I won’t break.”
Josh eyed her for a long moment, gave a slight nod and fitted his shaft to her. He surged inside her with one powerful, seamless stroke that had her breath hitching, her toes curling. For an instant, he hesitated, remaining embedded in her, his gaze questioning.
Without breaking their visual connection, Ashley raised her hands until she gripped the headboard. She winked. “Bring it. Make me scream.”
Josh shook his head. “Not too loud, baby. We don’t want your protection squad bursting in here, thinking your stalker has attacked. This sexy body. Your beautiful curves. My eyes only.”
He retreated, leaving her empty, but thankfully, not for long. He eased back into her with an unhurried glide.
“No, not slow.”
“I’d hate to hurt you,” he said.
“You won’t. I need—yes,” she hissed, her body bowing as passion claimed her again. “Perfect.”
Josh hastened his thrusts, cursed, and slid his hand between their bodies. His soft tap against her nub forced a groan past her lips. Ashley’s eyelids lowered as she sank into a perfect storm of pleasure.
“Open those pretty eyes of yours,” Josh demanded. “Watching you come is part of the fun.”
“I won’t climax again. I never do.”
“Huh. One thing you should learn about me. I’m an over-achiever. You say I can’t, just pisses me off. Makes me try even harder.” He slid his thumb back and forth over her slippery clit. Continued his forceful strokes into her body.
A wash of tingles broke over her, and she groaned again, louder. She started to think she could. She would.
“Come for me, sweetheart. Before I lose all semblance of my control.” He stroked her again, leaned over to kiss her with passion before he recommenced his hard, deep thrusts.
This time, her release was gentler, sweeter. It swept over her as she stared deep into Josh’s eyes.
“That’s it,” he growled. “God, your eyes go darker when you come. That pretty flush on your cheeks, your breasts.” He plunged into her, and she felt her channel ripple around his cock. “But most of all, I love the way your pussy cradles me so sweetly. It’s a taste of heaven.”
He shuttled in and out, going faster and faster, then he stilled sheathed deep and let out a sexy growl.
“Yes,” he whispered, his expression all hard-edged warrior. His lashes fluttered, but he forced his eyes to remain open, the entire time watching her. He let her see inside him, let her glimpse his softer, vulnerable side as he surrendered to his release.
11 – Not Scared Enough
She wasn’t scared enough. Hadn’t experienced the same terror as he had. The pain. The aching loss.
It was harder to get to her now. People everywhere. Damn bodyguards, although he’d managed to shoot the boyfriend. The fiancé. That must have caused a few tears. She was a hard bitch. Made out she was soft and that he was the bully.
She’d started this train ride.
He intended to end it.
There had to be a way to peel back her layers of security, make her nervous until she faltered. Made a mistake.
