He hit me. Or more accurately,he spanked me.
More than once.
“What are you doing?” My voice is breathier than I want.
Gripping my flesh through the flimsy silk, he says, “Misbehave with me, and I’ll punish this ass.”
Heat licks up my spine, causing a flush I’m glad he can’t see.
“Let go,” I say, my voice firm, though inside I’m shaky. There is something about his voice and the way he uses it. My nipples bead and tingle.
“Gonna behave?”
The rage that consumes me is inexplicable. I’m pissed at him and at myself. I reach back and grab his forearm, digging my nails into his flesh. “Let go.”
He taps my ass, and then his fingers push into the crevice between my cheeks as he squeezes me. A riot of sensations courses through my pelvis, and I nearly push back toward him.
“Apologize.”
“No way.” I push his arms in a useless attempt to escape. He’s Stonehenge and I’m a toddler trying to topple a ten-ton stone.
Thwack.This one is harder and creates a cascade of heat, which causes my nipples to ache with sensations that are so fucking wrong.
A slow breath escapes. “Donotdo that.”
He pushes his hand in front of me and tugs at the drawstring. I barely manage to grab the top of my pants to keep the silk from fluttering down to my ankles.
Jesus Christ!
I gasp as he slaps my ass again and his finger hooks the lace of my thong where it rests on my hip. I jerk forward, rising on my toes to prevent the fabric from riding up any higher.
“If I take these down, I won’t just slap your ass.”
The threat spirals through me, a mixture of menace and seduction.
“You can’t. Here and now? No way.”
“Apologize.”
“All right,” I huff. “I’m sorry. Let me go.”
He releases me slowly, and I scramble away and refasten my pants. Once the tie is cinched tight, I move into a far corner.
Sorensen doesn’t grab me again as I expect. Usually once a guy gets violent, he can’t stop on a dime. Men spiral out of control.
A metal hinge creaks, and emergency lights glow to reveal the elevator phone. He lifts it to his ear as the light fades.
“This is Erik Sorensen. I’m trapped in a Columbus Tower elevator.” He pauses. “Yeah.”
There’s a click as he replaces the phone.
“Fire department and Central Power are both already in the building. An hour or less, they think.”
Pressing my lips together, I glare in his direction.
“Which means…” His voice is deep and gruff. It’s exactly the voice a woman wants her man to have. Which is another thing about him that I resent. “If you start now, you should have enough time to give me the blow job you’re always pushing.”
I flip him off silently.
