“That one was for risking your own freedom to get me out of jail.”
She squirms with another moan, back arching while her ass rises, as if begging for more.
Because I can’t refuse her anything, I comply. “That one is for not having ordered the food yet. Go on, Andrea.”
Her hands and thumbs shake a little as she tries to comply. Which isn’t easy since I keep finding more excuses that warrant spankings. In between them, though, I graze her reddened skin to appease each strike. It takes her five slaps to get the order through, and she couldn’t throw her phone away any faster.
“Okay, I’m focused,” she says hastily. “Keep going.”
“Always so fucking greedy.”
Although I can tell she’s enjoying this a little too much, I still feel the need to check. My hand slides down, fingertips toying with the damp expanse there.
“How are you so fucking wet fromthis, Andrea?”
“I wish I knew.”
I enter her with two fingers, but only a knuckle deep, definitely not enough to satiate her need to be filled. “Must be a naughty girl thing. That’s too bad. Do you know what good girls get?”
“More spanking?”
My fingers thrust all the way in, ripping a moan from her as her walls quiver around my knuckles. “No. Good girls get more pleasure. Naughty girls get the spanking.”
“Potato, potahto,” she argues. “Am I good or naughty for hacking into the laptop of the special agent in charge of your case?”
Another slap, harder than the previous ones. Her fingers curl around the sheets as her profile twists into a mix of pain and pleasure. The way her body flinches away from the pain, only for a split second, before it angles itself for more each time, is fascinating. Hypnotizing, even. It shouldn’t already have happened, not after the day we’ve had, but my dick awakens from its slumber, swelling under her.
Let’s hope that by Monday, when she has to leave for work, we’ll be satiated enough. If not, I’m sure I’ll find a way to make her stay…
None of this is rational. Not a shred.
But I don’t think either of us cares.
Chapter 19
Iwon’t lie. A weekend of slex was exactly what I craved, but following that, what I desperately needed was a break. That’s probably how I found the strength to drag myself out of bed this morning to head to work, despite Lex’s attempts at keeping me right there in his arms.
He was so close to making me cave in, especially when he joined me in the shower to scrub me all over and help clean up his mess, as he explained. But like a true Ibanez woman, I stayed strong and came to work, like a big, responsible girl.
Especially since Oli and I are working on the deep learning protocol for the ASL app. They worked on it so much while I was gone that I barely recognize what used to be my app anymore. It’s so much more sophisticated and efficient than the one I created on my own.
We’re elbow deep into it, along with Mace, when my eyes are drawn to a figure that just walked in. Seeing him here is such a surprise that I have to do a double-take, thinking my eyes are deceiving me and I’m imagining the man wearing a dark blue turtleneck under a black coat, and jeans. But no, that’s him. The man whose arms I woke up in this morning. The very one who didn’t mention he’d be dropping by when I left.
Seeing him here is such an odd feeling, like a step into the past, to over three months ago, before our idyllic world was blown apart. But it looks like we’re back on track, and that warms me up with comfortable joy all over. Or maybe it’s Lex’s loving gaze, along with his little grin. He’s very proud of his little surprise, isn’t he?
I’m experiencing such a powerful déjà vu that it takes me a few seconds to notice that he shaved. That’s why it feels so much like old times. The lush, pepper-with-a-bit-of-salt beard is gone, replaced by his signature stubble. Fuck, I still wanted to ride that beard a couple of times before it disappeared.
It seems I’m not the only one who’s excited to see Lex, because as soon as Brian notices him, he shouts, “Guys! Lex is back!”
Everyone in the room reacts to his words, and before I know it, they’re all up and rushing to him with enthusiastic greetings. I watch, mildly amused, as Lex goes through all the hugs and pats on the back, and even though he isn’t a very physical person, I can tell he doesn’t mind. He loves this team of nerds he built. He missed them as much as they missed him.
I join them, eyes never leaving the merry scene, and Lex welcomes me into the crook of his arm, bending down to grant me a small, chaste kiss on the lips.
“How was jail?” Brian asks.
Mason elbows him in the ribs and mutters, “Shut up, man.”
“It wasn’t great,” Lex answers anyway.
