Page 72 of Let Me Love You

“Do you remember what I asked last time?”

She nods, and she continues to circle her hips. “I’ll tell you if anything makes me feel uncomfortable.”

I grip her hips. “Are you a bad girl tonight?”

Serenity stops moving and juts out her bottom lip. “I guess I should stop then.”

I can’t stop the smile that overtakes my mouth. My heart pounds against my ribcage like a steady drum. Her desire for praise drives me wild. “How about you help me take off my pants?”

She listens and immediately undoes my belt and button. I adjust to pull the slacks all the way down my legs, but they’re still around my calves. She has me pinned down in the best way.

Serenity moves to pull off my pants and blinks up at me. “Now what?”

Her pupils get larger, and it takes all my might to not bend her over the arm of the couch and fuck her right now. But no, I have a better plan for her.

I lean back with my arms behind my head. “You were late for work today.”

Her eyes widen. “What?”

“I think you need to be punished.”

Something sparks to life within her eyes. “For what, Mr. Barlowe?” Serenity asks, catching on.

Her calling me by that name again has me on my feet.

Serenity stands and pulls her dress up over her head. She doesn’t hesitate as she drops it to the floor, and then her bra follows. She stands there in her panties and three-inch heels like the goddess she is.

She’s so damn sexy.

“Take off your panties.”

Her cheeks turn pink again, but she complies. “What about my heels?”

I shake my head. “Leave those on.”

She struts over to me, her hips swaying, and helps me finish taking off my slacks that are still around my legs. When my clothes are off and forgotten, I turn her around and bend her over the back of my lounge chair, just as I imagined doing. Her sexy, bare ass is in my face, so I do as I said and punish her. Slapping her ass, a loud crack breaks the silence.

I lean forward so my naked chest is pressed against her. “Have you learned your lesson?”

“I’m not sure, Mr. Barlowe,” she says cheekily in such a Serenity-like way.

Pulling back, I slap her ass again. This time, leaving a red mark. For good measure, I do it again, and she screams out.

“How about now? Are you still going to be mouthy?”

She shakes her head. “I think I’ve learned my lesson, sir.”

The “sir” breaks me. With her panties already off, I push a finger inside. She’s soaked for me, so I push a second in, and she moans.

“Please, I need more of you,” Serenity begs.

I don’t hesitate and slam my cock inside her. She screams out, and when I slow to a stop, scared I hurt her or pushed her too far, she moves herself on my cock.

“More. Hard, just like you did.”

Her wish is my command. I pull out and push back inside her.

With every whimper and moan, she’s searing her name onto my heart. Serenity Barlowe is the woman for me—only her. If she decides to leave me at the end of the contract, I’ll never find another.