Violet moaned.
“Did you paint these?” he asked, running his hands over the backs of her thighs. Her skin was so damn soft and smooth.
“I did,” she confirmed.
“You’re quite talented, Ms. Anderson.”
Violet peered over her shoulder. “I could say the same to you, Mr. Jennings.”
Simon leaned in, pressing his lips close to her ear. “I’m glad you think so. Bend over.”
Violet frowned. “Here?”
“No one can see you.” He knew because he’d scoped this area out the last time he was in here.
She planted her hands on the chair but didn’t bend over.
“Bend over, Vi.”
“What’re you gonna do?”
“I’m gonna leave my handprint on your ass so you’ll think about me all day.”
“Oh.”
When she didn’t turn around or attempt to walk away, Simon placed his hand in the center of her back and urged her forward. She went without resistance, telling him she needed that extra nudge.
He knew this was going to hurt them both. Not physically, since he didn’t intend to spank her hard. It was merely foreplay. The problem was, he intended to hold out on fucking her until later. Which meant the potential for blue balls.
“Do you have plans tonight?” he asked as he lifted her skirt.
“No.”
He slipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties and started to pull them down. When she moaned, he continued, dragging them down far enough to reveal the rounded globes of her beautiful ass.
“Jesus, baby. You’re fuckin’ wet.”
She moaned again.
“Was this from Archer?” he asked, praying she didn’t break his heart and say yes.
“No,” she whimpered, spreading her knees wide when he slid his finger along the seam of her pussy.
“Are you sure?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
It wasn’t easy, but he managed to refrain from fingering her tight little pussy. He wanted to. Damn, did he want to, but it wasn’t in the plans for the day. He had a meeting to get to, and she had a store to run. If he weren’t careful, he’d have her under him; if he did that, he’d keep her there for the rest of the day.
“Simon, please…”
He caressed her ass with one hand briefly before pulling back and landing one firm swat on her ass cheek.
His dick kicked so hard it was a wonder he didn’t bust his zipper.
“Simon!”
“What, baby? You want another?”
