He was.
“No, it won’t!” she cried.
“It probably wouldn’t help with her hands and feet,” Jared said.
“I thought it might get the blood flowing better to them. We could experiment,” North said.
“We cannot experiment!” she cried.
“It’s a good thought. What do you think? Three spankings a day?” Jared mused.
“At a minimum. And, let’s face it, she will probably earn them.”
“I will not!” She stomped her foot on the floor.
The two men shared a look.
Grr. They were so irritating sometimes.
“Nobody is spanking me three times a day to keep me warm.”
“No?” North said. “Then perhaps the heat should stay up high.”
“You think you’re so clever.”
His gaze moved over her. “No. I don’t. I know I’m clever.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and his gaze dropped lower. What was he looking at?
Then she realized that her pajama top had risen up, exposing some of the skin of her stomach.
She released her top, letting it slip back down.
“Step out of your pants and panties and spread your legs.” He held her hands as she did what she was told.
“So obedient,” Jared said huskily.
She glanced over to find that he was staring at them both intently.
“Hmm. I do like when you obey me,” North said. He cupped her pussy. “This is so delicious. Best sweet treat I’ve ever tasted.”
“Really?” she whispered.
“Oh, yeah. Your taste is addictive.”
“It certainly is,” Jared said. “I could eat it every day and still not get enough.”
North slid a finger through her slit, flicking her clit.
Back and forth.
Slow and gentle.
“That’s it. I want you to get all nice and wet for me, do you hear?” North told her firmly. “I want you to drip onto my hand.”
Oh. God.
What the heck was he saying? And why was she so turned on by those words?
