“I guess I could be convinced.”
“Yeah?What will it take?”
“I don’t know.You might have to spank me.You know, to get me to warm up to the idea.”
“Spank you?”His eyes go dark and one dark eyebrow arches high.“You want me to warm you up byspankingyou?Did I hear that right?”
I sit up, feeling a little awkward.I was joking around.At least I think I was.“It was just an idea.”
“Oh yeah?Where’d you getthatidea?”
“From you.”
“When did I say it would be good tospankyou?”
“When we were bickering in the restroom alcove at Leon’s Rock or whatever it’s called.”
“Rock Leonne.”
“That place.You don’t remember what you said about spanking?”
“What did I say?”
“You said, ‘I should put you over my knee and spank you.’”
“I said I wanted tospankyou?What didyousay?”
“I said, ‘I’d like to see you try it, big boy.’And then you got this evil glint in your eye.Like you actually wanted to spank me.Like you thought spanking me would be fun.”
He cocks his head, scrunches his brows in concentration, and goes, “Spanking, though?Really?”like he can’t quite picture it.
That’s when I finally realize what’s going on.“Hilarious, Declan.Did you enjoy that?Was it entertaining for you to hear me repeat the whole exchange?Did you count how many times I said ‘spank’or ‘spanking’?”
“Seven times for you.Five for me.Which makes twelve altogether, so, yeah, it was pretty great.”
I shake my head.
I’m grabbed around the waist, lifted up, and bent over his knee.I’m suddenly staring down at the geometric pattern of the suite’s expensive area rug.
He slides a hand between my denim-covered legs and cups his palm against the outline of my pussy.I start to pant.I hear myself make a few little squeaks of apprehension, which only makes him laugh.
Then he begins to caress my ass and upper thighs with his big hand.He’s lulling me into some kind of strange, sexual trance.I feel myself relax.Until he slips a finger beneath the back of the waistband of my new jeans.
My skin feels so tender to the touch.Too hot.Too sensitive, like I’m a live wire.Declan traces that finger around to the front of my pants, where he unbuttons the waistband and unzips the zipper.I feel his hot palm cup the bare flesh of my pussy, and then he crooks a finger and runs it up the seam of me.
I hiss.
“You like this, don’t you?”
I know it’s rude not to answer, but I’m a bit stunned.
“You like thisa lot.”
I begin wiggling my ass.It’s a reflex to get his finger deeper inside me or to feel his hand move all over me or both.I wonder if something’s wrong with me.Maybe I like sex too much.
Sex with Declan.
“Take a breath,” he whispers.I’m about to sit up and cuss him out when he presses me back down and holds me in place with a firm hand.“I know it has a deeper meaning now that you’re my wife,but I thought you liked it deep, Summer.”
