Page 15 of Pirate

Sophia tipped her head up at him. “I thought it was called ‘a ship’.”

He shrugged. “Boat, ship… You still dragged me onto it and forced me to marry you.”

She snorted. The heat and tension building between them was making it hard to breathe. His eyes were so soft, yet she could see the lust in them. “You make it sound like I was some swanky pirate who dragged your virgin ass onto my ship to pillage and plunder your booty.”

Their faces were so close, Sophia could smell the mint on his breath from the toothpaste they’d used. His voice deepened with desire, “Trust me, wench, I’m no virgin. And if anyone’s ‘booty’ is getting plundered, it’s yours.”

They came togetherin a surge of passion and lust. Exhaustion faded with the fire lit between them. Pirate wasn’t even sure which one of them moved first. She was no longer wearing his VDMC coat, which, technically, she shouldn’t have been wearing in the first place. But she’d been cold and no one had been around to see her wearing it.

Being with Sophia felt natural. Easy. He’d never laughed so much with a woman in his life. He’d also never wanted to spank a woman so much in his life.

As much as they talked, bickered, and bantered, Pirate also recognized the oddity of the comfortable silence that fell often between them.

On the plane, she’d draped her legs over his without hesitation or asking permission. Almost like it had been a habit, though she’d never done it before.

The woman was insane, certifiable, and yet Pirate had never been so turned on in his entire life as he was in that moment.

His dick was so hard, it strained the stitching on his jeans. He cupped her sexy ass in one hand, using the other to grip her hair at the base of her neck. Her hot lips parted, allowing Pirate to delve into her mouth. Their minty breath commingled between them.

He felt her manicured nails rake down his back over his shirt. Pirate had to hold back a groan, enjoying the bite of pain. Somehow she sensed his pleasure, though, because she did it again. Harder.

Pirate arched his back, pulling his mouth away from hers. “You little minx,” he growled, low and husky. His grip on her hair tightened. He tipped her face up towards him, noting there wasn’t a trace of fear in her hazel eyes.

Good.

Quick as a flash, Pirate spun her around so she faced the large mirror behind the counter. Using his hold on her hair, he bent her forward over the space between the sink basins but kept her head tipped up so she could see her reflection in the glass.

His hand landed on her delectable bottom. Once. Twice. Using his open palm, he spanked her over the jeans she’d purchased that morning.

Sophia gasped and moaned, shock evident on her face. But she did not pull away or tell him to stop.

Pirate reached his hand into her back pocket, cupping her ass cheek through the denim. “Do you like that, naughty girl? Do you like me spanking your beautiful ass?”

He loosened his hold on her hair enough for her to either nod or shake her head. He was not worried about her being submissive or too shy to answer him honestly. This was Sophia after all. There wasn’t a meek bone in her body.

Hazel gaze staring back at him through the mirror, Sophia nodded her head. She straightened her knees, pushing her ass out towards him more.

Pirate squeezed her cheek. “Have you ever been spanked before? Because if there’s anyone in the world who deserves a good spanking, it’s you, baby-girl.”

Sophia swallowed hard. “No one’s ever had the balls to do so.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You’ve asked?”

Hesitantly, she nodded. A slightly pink rose on her cheeks.

“Anything else you’ve asked for?”

She shook her head, but her eyes screamed a different answer.

Pulling his hand out of her back pocket, he brought it down on her ass. Hard. Once, twice… Five times. Sophia cried out, gripping the marble countertop. Rubbing the offended area, Pirate demanded, “Tell the truth, Sophia.”

“I’ve,” she gasped, trying to catch her breath. “I’ve always been curious. Wanting to try other things, but…”

“But what?” he asked, still rubbing her ass.

Her eyes bore into his from the mirror, almost begging him to understand. “But I’ve never trusted anyone to try it.”

Fuck if that statement didn’t make him nearly come in his pants like a pubescent teen seeing a pair of tits for the first time. Not breaking their eye contact, he asked, “Do you trust me?”

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