“I don’t think you were.”
“I swear! I’ve never been spanked before!”
And it showed.
“Always a first time,” he said.
“I was kidding, Crew.”
She might have been kidding but he wasn’t holding her down and she wasn’t trying to climb off his lap. She was simply lying over his thighs, occasionally squirming. He tried to read her expression, but her face was hidden by the fall of her long, dark hair.
“Oh,nowit’s Crew? You’re not brave enough to call me Daddy right now?” He skimmed his palms over her perfect ass cheeks covered in the black, smooth fabric.
“That would be weird,” she admitted.
“No fucking shit. I’ve been saying that. And, of course, you didn’t listen. That’s a bad habit, Cami.”
“Oh,nowit’s Cami?”
“It feels weird calling you Cabrera when I’m about to spank your ass.”
“You wouldn’t.” She squirmed again.
For fuck’s sake, she actually needed to stop moving like that against his erection. “You’re not the only one who likes a challenge. Now the question is, do I spank you with these tight pants on or do I do it against bare flesh?”
She lifted her head, but he still couldn’t see her face. “Are you asking my opinion?”
“No. I’m considering my options.”
“Can I suggest something?”
“No.”
“Can I go take a shower first?”
“Also no.” He pulled up the back of her shirt so he could see the waistline of the fake leather pants. “How do I get these off?”
“With my boots still on? You don’t.”
“I only need access to your ass.”
He not only felt the rush of breath come from her, he heard it.
“Well?” he prodded.
“You expect me to help you pull my pants down so you can spank me like a naughty child?”
“I won’t be spanking you like a naughty child, I promise you that.”
“Well, now I’mfullyon board with your plan.”
“Your words don’t match your tone.”
“Of course they don’t!” she yelled. “It was sarcasm.”
He wedged his hand between her and his lap, checking for a button or zipper at her waist. He found none. “How the hell did you get these on?”
“They’re made from Spandex. Ever hear of it? It’s a space-aged fabric that stretches.”