Page 149 of Seduction Under the Southern Stars

She squeals. “Stop it!”

“No.” I lick all the way from the outside of her breast up under her arm.

“Linc!”

I push up and glare at her. “You remember your colors?”

She pouts. “Yes.”

“Then until I hear you say otherwise, I’m going to assume what I’m doing is green. Understand?”

She sticks her tongue out at me. Then she tries not to giggle at the look on my face.

“So that’s how it’s going to be, is it?” I say softly. “I told you, if you mock me there’ll be punishment.”

“Maybe I want to be punished,” she says, breathless, her eyes sparkling.

“Right.” I take her hand and pull it across her, forcing her to roll onto her side, then push her all the way over onto her front, straddling her thighs and keeping her there with a hand between her shoulder blades.

Lightly, without any real force, I slap her ass, enough to make a noise, but not to leave a mark.

She squeals and buries her face in a pillow. “Oh my God!”

I lean over her, brush her hair to one side, then lower down to press my lips to her neck. “I told you,” I say silkily.

She’s breathing fast, and she lifts her head a little.

“Color?” I ask.

She looks over her shoulder at me, and the look in her eyes sends heat searing through me. “Green,” she whispers.

Electricity zaps between us, fast and powerful. Right now, there’s nothing left of our childhood relationship—this is adult lust, pure and simple.

Thrilled at the thought, I lower my head and kiss her, hard this time, crushing my lips to hers and delving my tongue into her mouth. Then I tear my mouth away and start kissing down her neck. I plant hot, wet kisses down to her shoulders, then continue down her back, following the line of her spine until I reach the dip at the base. I circle my tongue there, then take big bites out of her plump cheeks as I continue down to the crease of her bottom. I run my tongue along that, and she giggles and wriggles, but doesn’t complain. I smile as I carry on; she’s learning.

I kiss down the back of her thighs, running my tongue over the silky soft skin, pause to do the same at the back of her knees, then continue down her calves to her feet. Finally, I kiss over the soles and trace my tongue around her ankle bone before sucking each of her toes.

“Oh my God.” She buries her face in the pillow again. “Toes? Honestly, Linc.”

“Nothing about you is sacrosanct.” I transfer to her other foot and do the same to that, then lift up and say, “Turn over.”

“No,” she says.

Lips curving up, I manhandle her onto her back, fighting with her a little, which ends up with her giggling and breathless, and me with a raging erection.

“Didn’t take you for a brat,” I say, pinning her down again.

“Didn’t take you for a Dom,” she bites back.

“Where did you learn that word?”

She rolls her eyes. “I’m twenty-four, I’m not completely naïve.”

I lower down and kiss her neck. “Well, you’re not a very good sub, I have to say.” I kiss her neck, and she squirms. “Lie still.”

“It tickles.”

“Do I need to tie you down?”

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