“Five.” Slap! Right cheek.
“I need—”
“Four.” Slap! Left cheek.
“You can’t—”
“Three.” Slap! Right cheek.
“Oh, God—”
“Two.” Slap! Left cheek.
“I’m gonna—”
“Be a good girl and come for me.” Slap! Both cheeks at the same, damn time.
And boy do I ever.
I’m catapulted off the tilt-a-whirl straight to the moon. I’m hot and cold all at the same time as the pleasure explodes out of my core and I feel my pussy gush around him, down the inside of my thighs.
“Look at your pussy come for me, Saylor.” He spanks my ass one last time. “Look at you being such a good girl, coming all over my cock. This sweet, soft, tight, little pussy is all mine. Isn’t it?”
“Yessss,” I clench my inner muscles as tight as I can around his hardness, milking him for every drop he has to give me.
His thrusts get slower and slower as he soothes where he slapped me over and over again.
There is something to say about being marked by a man. I may not be covered in tattoos like Corrin is, but thinking about his handprints decorating the part of me that only he can see, no one else, it’s erotically captivating.
Corrin’s breaths are short and hard behind me. His arms snake up my sides, then wrap around my chest, bringing himself flush to my back. He gently rolls us to the left, both of us taking up the real estate of the mattress where I started this morning’s activities.
“Good morning, mo mhuirnín.” As he pulls out of me, I’m turned around and smothered with a kiss before I have a chance to reply. Once he lets us up for air, with one more kiss on the cheek, Corrin leans up on his elbow and pulls the sheet which reappeared out of thin air over my body.
“That was a very good morning.” I lean up to kiss his scruffy cheek in return. His beard is looking a little wild this morning, and I find that I like this uncombed, untamed version of Corrin. “What time is it?” I try to peek around him to see if I can find a clock, but he blocks me with his wide shoulders.
“It’s a little after ten.”
Reaching my arms up above my head, I stretch the stiffness from my whole body, from the tips of my fingers all the way down to my toes, it all floats away.
I try to sit up, but Corrin nudges me right back down. “I have some work to do this morning, so why don’t you get a few more hours of sleep. Then we can do whatever you want later this afternoon.”
“Where are you going?” I smooth a tiny wild curl in the side of his beard, then trace my finger down his chin. “I can just take a rideshare home. You don’t have to worry about me.” I hope he doesn’t take me up on my offer, but I don’t want to start off whatever this is we’re doing with being needy or someone he has to work around.
“Absolutely not.” One more soul stealing kiss that drives me stupid, and Corrin rolls over me to land his feet on the floor beside where I’m still in his bed. He untangles the rumpled sheet and comforter, then covers me with them and tucks a long strand of hair behind my ear. “You being here is no bother. I’ll just be in the main part of the house, down in Fergus’s office. He usually tries to be work free on Sundays, but we’ve got a few small things to handle and get out of the way.”
“If you say so.” I roll onto my side and watch as he steps into the bathroom, then disappears into what I assume is his closet because he comes out dressed in dark blue denim jeans, a black long sleeve t-shirt that leaves nothing to the imagination and hugs every muscle on his chest and arms, along with a pair of black socks.
My eyes are already closed when I feel a kiss on my forehead. There is a soft groan as he pulls the door shut behind him, but I’m out cold before I can hear the latch click shut.
CHAPTER EIGHT
CORRIN
I pad down the stairs and take a short pitstop in the kitchen for a cup of coffee.
“Morning, Corrin,” the wide awake voice of my boss’s spunky wife pipes up behind me, almost making me slosh the nectar of the God’s down the front of my shirt. “You’re up later than usual today.
Managing not to spill one drop on myself, I turn around and am met with Nola’s smiling face . . . Nola’s smirking, smiling face. She looks like she has a whole mess of questions and wants to pretend she doesn’t, but really is about to burst at the seams to sing them all out loud.
