“Take you across my knee.” His voice was calm and steady.
I nestled closer, inhaling my cinnamon addiction. “Then what?”
“You know what, sweetie.” He pulled me across his lap, tempting me into submission with gropes and tickles.
After a few giggles and breathless shrieks, I rolled onto my forearms and arched my hips over his legs into the perfect spanking position.
Harvey gathered my hair over one shoulder. “Bare skin or over the leggings, baby?”
It’d been a long day. Plus, snow coated most of the windows. A passing coworker wasn’t going to get an eyeful of our endeavors.
“Bare, please,” I said.
He edged down my leggings.
My breath hitched, all my warmest parts exposed to the frigid air.
“We won’t do too many,” he whispered, rubbing my bottom. “Let’s try three.”
“Okay.” I clutched his leg and wiggled my hips. I was ready.
“Count them.” His hand came down on my bottom in a light smack.
“One,” I said, arching my back to offer more to him.
He swatted me again.
“Two.” Spanking got my blood flowing, but I clenched my thighs nonetheless.
The third was a charm. That sweet spot right on a rosy, warm surface. An itch I could never scratch on my own. Ooey, gooey feelings glowed with the sting of release. A tear slipped down my cheek.
He leaned over. “Are you okay?"
I nodded and sniffled. “Rub me?”
He massaged my bare bottom, helping the love settle bone-deep. After a minute, he pulled my leggings up and cradled me. “How are you feeling?”
“Better.” I sniffled and wiped my cheeks. “Sorry, I can be bratty. My Little side is more than snuggles and sing-alongs.”
He tucked my hair behind my ear. “I like complexities.”
My lower lip quivered. He liked me. “But you hate my family.”
“Eh, we’ll see. If they made you, they can’t be all bad," he said.
How could he still be so nice to me? Pressing my knuckles to my lips, I gazed up at him from under my long lashes. “So, you don’t want to break up with me?”
He played with the triangle points on my skirt. “No. If anything, I want more alone time with you. Boundaries. I’m not going to church with your family or entertaining them while I’m working. I’m not coming over for dinner every week. I’m not babysitting.”
“But you’ll still date me?” I leaned close to read his gaze.
“Yeah, obviously.” He tickled behind my knee and smirked. “I’ll still stop by your place for cookies.”
“Yay.” I threw my arms around him and peppered kisses across his face. “They’ll be so tasty.”
Chuckling, he pinched my hips. “Yeah, and maybe your family will back off when they discover what a curmudgeon I can be.”
I pressed a hard kiss into his smile-heavy cheek. “You’re not a grump with me.”
