Heat flares in his eyes. “I think you know exactly what I’m going to do.”
I don’t even try to stop the moan that escapes my lips. “Punish me. Please.”
I reach for his cock again and open my mouth, but he catches my wrist in his hand and shakes his head. “No, Hurricane. You’ve had your fun. Now it’s my turn.”
He hauls me to my feet so quickly I almost stumble, but he catches me with his free hand and holds me close for a moment before taking a step back and turning his attention to my body.
“How are you so fucking addictive?” His hands skim down my sides to rest on my hips, then slowly start to work my pants down. “Let’s get these off.”
Once my pants are down around my thighs, he reaches between my legs and slips two fingers underneath my panties and straight inside me. He groans as his fingertips find proof of how turned on I am.
“God, you’re soaking wet already.”
His thumb brushes my clit, and I whimper and grind my hips into his hand.
“Please, I need more.”
“You know, you made it really hard for me to focus during that interview.” He slides one finger lazily in and out, then the other. “I have no idea what I told that woman.”
Now both fingers are inside me, curling and searching, and the pressure is building.
“Maybe I should have let her listen in. She probably would’ve loved hearing the sounds you make.”
“God, Grant, please.”
“But I don’t share. And you?” He takes his hand away and bends me over the counter so quickly that it takes my brain a moment to catch up. “You’re not going anywhere.”
I’m suddenly craving his fingers again, and I can feel the cool air on my ass. The combination is enough to make me moan in frustration as I turn to look back at him over my shoulder.
“Do you know what I do when I want something this badly?”
I blink, my thoughts moving like molasses. I shake my head quickly.
“I take it.”
His palm comes down on my ass with a smack that seems to echo through the whole kitchen. I’m so shocked that I don’t even feel the sting at first. Not until it happens again on the other cheek.
He spanks me again and again, alternating cheeks and not holding back. My ass is throbbing with heat, like it’s actually on fire, but the fire is somehow spreading all through me, lighting up everything in its path.
“Do you understand?”
“Y-yes,” I pant.
“Do you need me to stop?”
“No.”
“Do you want more?”
“Yes, please, yes.”
Grant’s fingers slip through the growing wetness between my legs and trace the length of my slit, pausing only to swirl around my clit and then dip down again.
“That’s what I thought.”
The note of satisfaction in his voice does something to me, and I push back on his finger, clamping down and searching for more of that friction. “I wanna be so good for you,” I moan, whimpering as he adds a second finger. “Yes, baby. God, yes.”
“Fuck.” He bites out a low curse as he stops for a moment, leaving me feeling desperate and needy. “Say that again.”
