“You’re shaking,” I say.
She crosses her arms over her chest. “It’s cold down here.”
I walk over and sit on the edge of my desk and open my arms. “Come.”
She shakes her head. “No, thanks.”
“Come here, Harleigh,” I say again.
She drops her arms and takes a reluctant step toward me.
When she’s within reach, I grip the back of her neck and tug her face to mine. I suck her bottom lip into my mouth and gently bite down.
She gasps, and my tongue dips inside. This kiss is different from all our others. It’s claiming. A culmination of the pent-up frustration we’ve felt all week.
Her arms wrap around my shoulders, and I reach up to grab her hands, bringing them back down to her sides.
She makes a frustrated sound in the back of her throat, and I break the kiss.
I release her hands and start to undo the button of her jeans. Once I have them and her panties tugged down to her knees, I clutch her waist. A second later, she’s off her feet and lying across my lap.
“What are you doing?” she gasps.
I rub my palm over her bare cheek.
“You have a beautiful ass,” I say.
“Porter,” she groans.
“Four licks,” I say. “That’s your punishment.”
I lift my hand and bring it down hard. She jumps as it smacks against her flesh. The skin turns slightly pink, and I rub the spot gently.
I mutter, “One.”
When her breathing evens out again, I raise my arm once more, my palm coming down on the other cheek.
“Two.”
She grunts, but she doesn’t ask me to stop. Instead, she flattens her chest against the desk beside my leg, causing her ass to rise higher.
“Three.”
She moans as I caress her. Smoothing the sting.
“Four.”
I slip my hand between her legs.
“Geezus, you’re soaked,” I say, and I sink a finger inside her.
She lies still, like a good girl. My fingers dipping and curling as I play with her wet pussy.
I grow painfully hard beneath her. Her stomach pressing into my lap as she squirms.
I continue to pump in and out of her until her back arches.
“Porter, please,” she pants.
