Page 8 of Kenzi's Little Christmas Wish

“Okay, thanks.”

“Wait,” he said, just as she reached for the door. “Call this number tomorrow for your car.” He handed her a business card. “Just tell them Damon sent you and you won’t have any problems.”

It sounded like charity to her and she so wanted to say no, but she was slowly losing her mind being this close to him. With each sensible point he made, Kenzi found herself growing equally furious and aroused. And now, she was so mad at him, she wanted to cross the gearshift between them and straddle him.

“You got anything to eat in there?”

“No,” she said, her eyes not really reaching his and hoping he would let her go immediately, so she could run to her room and ease the ache between her legs in private. She was wondering if the batteries in her vibrator where still okay, when she felt a small tap on her shoulder.

“I said, I’m coming in to make you dinner.”

“What?! No, no. You don’t need to do that,” she quickly said, almost begging in fact.

“You did not finish your food at lunch today, and I know how hungry you were. So I’m coming in and making sure you eat this time.”

“You are what?”

“I said I am…”

“I heard what you said, and no fucking way. You can’t make me do what I don’t want to do.”

“You best watch your language when you talk to me, or you’ll get the spanking you deserve for your rotten attitude all day.”

Kenzi spluttered, her eyes wide open in shock. “You are not my father. I’ll watch what the fuck I want to watch when…”

She gave a sudden yelp as he reached for her shoulders. Then she was sliding across the gear stick until her stomach was resting on his lap, and she could feel the cool evening breeze on her thighs. There was a brief moment when she told herself there was no way he was going to do it. Then she felt the painful sting of his palm against her denim-covered butt. Kenzi got wet instantly, her pussy growing damp, even as she moaned in equal parts pain, shock, and arousal.

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