Page 30 of Gone for You

Without delay, he places me on my feet, bends at the waist, and throws me over his shoulder. “Ah!” I giggle-scream.

Smack.

Oh.

Oh boy.

He just spanked me.

I quickly look into a room as we pass it. A bedroom. Obviously spare because there’s also a treadmill set up in it. “I uh, wow. Never been spanked before.”

“And?”

“Can’t say I hated it.”

He chuckles as he turns us into a room. I assume his. I try to look over my shoulder but have shit for balance so I just drop my head. Which isn’t a bad thing considering my view is now of his ass. And what a nice ass it is.

“I’ll remember that,” he says, grunting and flipping me over. I land with a little bounce on his bed, my arms above my head and knees bent. He follows me, draping his hard body into the little nook I so conveniently created for him. His hands immediately find mine, threading our fingers together and pressing my hands into the mattress.

He attacks my neck, licking and sucking as I wiggle my hands free and find my way under his shirt. I twist and pull at it until hefinallygets the picture and helps me out.

Raising up on his knees, he first whips my shirt off, tossing it on the floor, followed by his. I don’t know where to look first. A tattoo on his shoulder and bicep that I plan to explore. Another on the inside of his forearm. A sprinkle of dark chest hair I can’t wait to fiddle with. A few abs that will be fun to count. With my tongue. And… holy mother.

“Your nipple’s pierced.”

“That it is.”

“Holy shit. Did it hurt?”

“Like a mother fucker. Way worse than I expected, which is why only one is done,” he admits. “But it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

I glance at his crotch, blush brighter than a tomato, up to his chest and back to his crotch again because I justcan’t help myself. Finally, I ask, “Is that all you’ve got pierced?”

“Are you asking me if my dick is pierced?”

I blush a deep crimson that matches my scarlet lace bra.

“Well, now you have me curious.”

“No. Though, I can’t say that I haven’t considered it but no, I never had the balls to do it.”

I raise my eyebrows and cover my mouth, falling into a fit of giggles because he just said balls when we were talking about penis piercings and his nipple’s pierced and I never thought that would be sexy but damn I can’t stop staring at it because it is really, really freaking sexy. I want to touch it. Also with my tongue. What the hell is wrong with me? I turned into a perverted hornball in the past fifteen minutes.

Obviously, I not only ramble out loud when I’m nervous, I do it in my head, too.

“Can I touch it?”

“Nah.”

“Oh.”

He bursts out laughing. “I’m joking, Liv. Of course you can touch it. In fact, there’s nothing I’d stop you from doing to me.” I raise my eyebrows. “Well, maybeonething.”

“Wow. Such a prude,” I tease.

“Right? If it weren’t for that, I could have been a great porn star.”

My eyes dart to his crotch. I mean, I’vefelthim but… does that mean he’s… oh my.

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