Page 102 of Beyond the Badge: Crew

“Crew.”

Cami was completely quivering now. It had to be in anticipation because it was definitely not in fear. And, again, she made no move to get off his lap, even though she was free to do so.

She wanted this.

It just so happened that he wanted to give it to her.

One side of his mouth pulled up as he studied her flawless, creamy skin.

His target.

He lifted his hand so the only contact between them was her stomach on his thighs and rock-hard cock. When he hesitated with his hand in the air, she jerked.

Oh yes.Anticipation.

In a murmur, he reminded her of what she said. “You’re not into this, remember?”

“I said—”

His palm made contact with her flesh, mixing the sharp crack with her gasp. He looked at the red spot left behind.

“Holy shit,” she breathed, turning her face enough so he could finally see it. Her eyes were wide and her pupils expanded. Her mouth was gaped open and color tinged her cheeks.

Her eyes followed his hand as he slowly raised it again and when he paused, her nostrils flared. He dropped it hard and fast on her other cheek. Once again, a sharp crack filled the air as she twisted slightly and blew out a breath.

Two red spots now marred her normally golden skin.

His cock was so hard and aching so fucking bad, he swore it was about to explode.

She squirmed against him even more. “Crew…”

“Do I need to stop?”

Her eyes flicked up to his and their gazes held. He knew her answer before she said it. “No.”

“Then put your head down and your ass up.” He quickly wound strands of her hair around his right hand, tightening his grip when he made a fist. Then he shoved her head back down. He tapped her hip with his other hand. “Up.”

“Oh God. Crew.”

“Up, Cami. Unless you don’t want me to continue.”

She pushed her ass higher.

“Atta girl,” he said under his breath. But she heard him because that praise had her quivering again.

This was so damn unexpected.

It was always the head-strong, pain-in-the-ass women that surprised him.

Cami was the last person he’d expect to want this. But then he hadn’t expected to enjoy it so much, either.

He alternated smacking each cheek until her ass was so red, he began to worry. But she no longer flinched with each strike. She was grinding against him and groaning with pleasure, instead.

Jesus fuck.

She might not be at her limit, but he was.

He would have to tap out before she did.

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