“My good girl’s been bad,” I whispered, glancing at her.
I slowly shook my head, watching her lose herself in a way only Stella could.
Her eyes were closed, too focused on the slow friction as she pressed herself against my leg. I tightened my grip, fingers digging into her ass, but that only made her move faster. Her breath came in short, sharp bursts, each one warmer against my throat than the last.
Her eyes fluttered open.
“I think it’s the sugar rush,” she panted.
I chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to her heated cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my lips.
“Go upstairs and strip out of your dress. I’ll unload the car.”
She grinned at that, bright and mischievous, before pushing herself away from me.
I watched her hurry toward the house, the front door swinging open before she disappeared inside. The echo of her laughter followed her.
I turned back to the car and began unloading the remaining bags, stacking them carefully on the driveway.
Halfway through the second bag, a thought struck me.
I glanced over my shoulder toward the house.
“No touching anything until I get there!” I shouted after her.
Her voice floated back through the open doorway.
“Boo!”
Then she laughed again.
I shook my head, lifting another bag from the back seat.
Oh, she definitely needed a spanking.
Chapter 15
Stella
It was worse waiting for him while I was bare. The cool air brushing over my skin only made the ache between my legs stronger, sharpening the restless energy running through me. He wasn’t here. What he didn’t know couldn’t cause any harm.
I pulled the covers back and climbed onto the bed before tugging them loosely over myself.
My hands rested on my stomach for a moment, rising and falling with each slow breath. Then they wandered upward. I cupped my breasts, squeezing gently before pinching my nipples between my fingers.
A soft breath slipped from my lips.
I massaged my breasts slowly, teasing the sensitive peaks before pinching again—harder this time—while my hips rolled against the mattress beneath me.
It would only take a few seconds. After all, I was the mistress of quick wanks.
I slipped one hand between my thighs, through the damp curls, until my fingers reached my pussy. I’d only need two fingers. One to press against my clit, the other to slide inside me.
My breath caught as sensation sparked through my body.
One hand rubbed my breast while the other moved between my legs, gasping softly at the combined sensations building inside me. I thought about what we did this morning—
The door flew open.
