Page 118 of Renard's Deliverance

Grasping hold of her waist, Renard lifted her down off the counter.

“No, don’t stop! I’ll do better, I promise.”

He turned her toward the counter, pressing up behind her and crowding her in. “Calm down. I’m not going to stop touching you.”

A relief-filled sigh escaped her.

“I’m just going to give you what you’ve been asking for.”

She tensed. “Um, orgasms?”

“Not that. Not until you’ve earned them.” He reached around and undid her jeans, dragging them down her legs. Then he crouched and removed her boots and jeans.

Now, she was just standing there wearing a pair of black, lace panties.

“Oh God, I’m in trouble, aren’t I?” she groaned, finally cottoning on.

“Youaretrouble, brat,” he grumbled as he ran his finger along the top of her panties. Then he ran it over her firm butt cheek. “Luckily, you’re the best kind of trouble.”

She wasn’t so sure about that. Trouble always seemed to find her and it was never good.

Slap!

Oh hell.

That stung. But in a good way. It sliced right through her brain, cutting off the negative thoughts.

Slap! Slap!

“What’s your safeword, Gem?” he growled in her ear.

“Pickles.”

“You don’t like pickles?” he asked.

“I love them. Nothing like a good pickle, but they don’t like me. I break out in hives so I try not to eat them.”

“Good to know.” He ran a hand lightly down her back. “Remember to use your safeword if you need to.”

She nodded.

She’d never used it before so she figured she wouldn’t now.

Slap! Slap!

“I find out you needed me to stop and you didn’t say it and we’re going to have big, big trouble.”

A shiver ran through her.

How could he possibly read her mind?

“Starting to know you, Gem,” he told her. “And you aren’t a good communicator.”

Do you ever shut up?Well, at least I know a way to shut you up.

“No thinking.”

Slap! Slap!

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