The tires crunched softly over the gravel.
“Sorry for being so pissy,” she said with a sigh, scraping the bottom of the paper container for the last melting remnants of ice cream.“I think I stopped enjoying everything.”
Her voice was quieter now. Thoughtful.
“I’ll feel more forgiving after I’ve spanked you,” I said casually, as if I were commenting on the weather.
Then I opened my door and stepped out of the SUV, leaving her behind me.
A choking sound erupted from the passenger seat.
Her door flew open a second later.
“What?” she shouted, nearly dropping the container as she fumbled with the seat belt.“Maybe we can negotiate something?”
The belt locked stubbornly in place as she tugged at it.
“Dammit—”
She cursed under her breath, wrestling with it while I calmly walked toward the front of the car.
Her hair had already started slipping loose from its clip.
I leaned back against the hood, folding my arms as I watched her struggle.
Negotiation.
That would be entertaining.
She finally stumbled out of the car and came to stand beside me, still catching her breath from wrestling with the seat belt.
“Maddox,” she said, running a finger slowly down the centre of my chest, her voice softening as she leaned in.“Spanking isn’t in my journal, though. There is so much more in it that we could try.”
I plucked the empty ice-cream container from her hand and set it on the hood of the car before sliding my hands to her hips. She instinctively moved closer, pressing her soft breasts against me as if the space between us had always belonged there.
“Did you ever think that I might have a list?” I drawled.
Her head snapped up instantly, green eyes sharpening with interest.
I slipped my leg between hers and she shifted forward without hesitation, rubbing against it as though she barely realised she was doing it.
“Can I see it?”
“Uh-uh.” I tapped my temple lightly with two fingers.“It’s all up here.”
A calculated move.
After all, if the list only existed in my head, I could change the rules whenever I pleased.
“Anyway,” I continued casually, letting my hands drift slightly along her hips,“I wouldn’t want you to become bored with me.”
She gasped softly.
“Never,” she said quickly, colour blooming across her cheeks.“Not after the week I’ve had.”
The admission hung between us, warm and heavy in the evening air.
My hands slipped behind her to cup her ass, guiding her along my thigh until she hissed and shuddered. Her hands clenched the fabric of my shirt while she rocked her hips.
