Page 25 of Naughty & Nice

I notice one brow lift in a smirk.What is that about?

CHAPTER19

Addy

We are practicallysprinting as we make it to Trevor’s front door. I’m trying not to laugh. This firefighter is as hot for it as I am. The short trip to his apartment from the Cellar Bar felt like it took hours. I tried to cop a feel a few times, but I was surprised when he smacked the top of my hand to halt the action. It seemed odd. But when he’d pull my stinging hand to his mouth to lay gentle kisses on the tender surface, I chalked it up to wanting to drive without distraction. The way he was acting in the parking lot before we left, I wouldn’t have thought it would’ve bothered him.

As his front door flings open, he practically drags me down the hall.

“What? I don’t even get the tour?” I laugh.

“Oh, you’re going to get something, all right.”

Why is my heart rate speeding up with that remark?

We’ve barely crossed the threshold into his bedroom before he drops my hand, walking over to a plush king-size bed draped in a midnight blue comforter. The room is masculine but beautiful. The wood is all dark mahogany and clean lines. Everything is in its place. There isn’t even a stray sock or shoe lying about.

“Did the maid come today?”

“What?”

“Your place is spotless.”

“My mom would kick my ass if I didn’t keep my place clean.” He turns and sits on the edge of the bed, his charcoal gray slacks and crisp white shirt taunting me with what lies beneath. “But feel free to drop that little skirt and top wherever you like.”

He doesn’t need to ask me twice. I’ve been dreaming of this moment. I shimmy out of my skirt and immediately pull my blouse overhead, letting it tumble to the floor. Unclasping my bra, I allow it to fall haphazardly onto my other items. As I reach for my heels, I hear him…

“Shoes on, cupcake.”

I stand up straight and look over, wondering why he hasn’t unbuttoned his shirt or removed a single item of clothing, when I notice him patting his thigh. My nerves dance as I anticipate what’s coming.

“I think there’s the little matter of deceiving me at Pour Decisions we need to contend with.”

I swallow hard, trying to control my response to this. Standing frozen in place, I wait for direction before I get my hopes up. What is wrong with me? The thought I could be in for a spanking makes me want to leap onto his lap like he’s the sexiest Santa on the planet. When you’ve had nothing but vanilla your whole life, just the thought of rocky road has me salivating.

“I need you to bring that sweet little ass over here, cupcake.” He again pats his right thigh, and I make a conscious effort to slowly walk in his direction, trying to appear nervous when I’m practically squealing inside.

As I stand in front of him, I place my fingers in the sides of my panties when he again tuts, “No, ma’am. I’ll do that,” in a deep, demanding tone. Holy crap, I might come before he even gets them off.

I lie down across his lap, my torso stretched across the bed, as I feel him lightly stroking my ass through my silk panties. Oh, the delicious torture. Occasionally, his fingers slide down my already wet center and linger over my backdoor before returning to caressing my backside until I feel him slowly pull my panties down, and I start to quiver. He stops their descent at the top of my thighs, and I think I feel a groan vibrate through him. At this moment, I realize what I thought was his phone in his pocket is something else entirely. He’s hard as hell.

Again he gently caresses my flesh. First one globe of my ass, then the other. It’s like he’s pouring gas on this fire. I’ve never been this turned on in my life.

Thwack. The harsh sting causes a warmth that travels straight to my core.Thwack.

“Oh, god,” I squeal. There’s no way I’m going to be able to contain myself. There’s no point in even trying.

Thwack.

I’m actually starting to tremble. This level of arousal is beyond anything I’ve felt before.

Thwack.

His pants will be soaked from where I’m lying over him. My sex is throbbing. I never imagined I could orgasm from something like this, but I’m well on my way.

Abruptly, his hand slides down between my legs, and he moans. I turn my head in time to see him withdrawing his fingers from his mouth. “I knew you’d be the sweetest cupcake I’d ever tasted.”

“Trevor-”

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