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She didn’t move at first, other than to lick her plump lips, reminding me I hadn’t had a taste of them yet that morning; something I would rectify soon. Indecision played over her features, but eventually curiosity won out.

Alaina Biggs was the picture of grace, gliding across the bed until her long, toned legs hung off the side next to mine. Wariness mixed with a sliver of determination laced her sultry eyes, which appeared more green than brown as rays of sunlight began to filter into the room.

“I may need the control, Lanie, but you hold all thepower. Remember that.” Tapping my thigh with my hand, I demanded, “Lie across my lap. Face down, ass up.”

Her movements were shaky—almost shy—but she did it, and the sight was enough to have my cock hardening further in my boxer briefs. Dragging her panties down to mid-thigh, I rubbed a hand over one cheek, then the other, warming the flesh under my palm. “We’ll start with six, since you tortured me for six days driving across the country. Are you with me?”

She nodded.

“Give me the words, Lanie.”

“Yes.”

“One more thing. I want you to pick a safe word or phrase, something that will tell me when you’ve reached your limit.”

“Bean bag.”

A grin tugged at my lips as I thought about the bean bag sofa she had in her living room up until a few months ago. It was the topic of more than one conversation among our team. Mostly Keaton and Koen would tease her about owning one and she’d threaten to kick both their asses if they didn’t knock it off. I’m not sure why she ended up getting rid of it. The damn thing was comfortable.

“Now try to relax.”

She took a deep breath and as soon as she blew it out, my hand came down twice in rapid succession, the strikes landing about an inch apart on one ass cheek.

“Fuck,” she hissed when my fingers made contact with her tender flesh, massaging the sting away. My hand moved south, caressing the curve of her ass until I reached her pussy. Lanie groaned as I parted her slick folds, teasing her entrance but never quite dipping inside.

Without warning, I pulled my hand away and quicklylanded two more slaps to her other cheek. She squirmed on my lap, and I knew exactly what I’d find when my fingers went back to her core.

“Fuck, I knew you’d like this. You’re drenched.”

“Noah,” she breathed my name as my middle finger found her clit, strumming back and forth, bringing her close to the edge. She was so damn responsive, I couldn’t wait to explore it further, to test both of our limits.

“Almost done, then I’ll make you come.”

The next two were slightly harder than the previous ones and perfectly placed right on top of each other. The lingering sting it created would remind her of what we’d done over the next couple of hours. Staring at my marks on her creamy skin, a sense of rightness swelled in my chest. I’d hoped for so long to be in this exact position with Lanie, I just didn’t think we’d ever get there. Now that we were, there was no way I was ever letting her go.

Shifting us around, I scooped her up and cradled her against my chest. Somehow, she looked even more radiant than usual. It wasn’t the flush in her cheeks or the fine sheen of sweat that glistened across her forehead. No. What made it all worth it was the lazy smile on her face, and how she leaned into my touch when I brushed the hair back from her face.

“You did so good, Little Lamb.”

I kissed the top of her head, then made good on my promise. First, she came on my fingers, then my tongue, before I took care of myself in the shower, imagining it was her fingers wrapped around my cock.

Soon. Very soon.

They were trying to kill me, or at the very least, severely injure me.Theybeing Percy and Leland. Lanie and I had been enjoying a shitty cup of coffee when they showed up begging for my help. I should’ve known it was all a ruse.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me?” I gritted out.

“Not even a little.” Percy crossed his arms over his chest. “You want my blessing to marry my daughter?”

“Eventually.”

“Then you have to prove you can provide for her.”

The three of us stood outside of a large paddock behind the main barn. Inside the fence was a very large, very pissed-off, chestnut-colored horse. He was gorgeous, but that didn’t mean I wanted to be anywhere in his vicinity.

“How does getting in there with that rabid animal prove anything besides my stupidity?”

“He’s spirited, not rabid,” Leland interjected with a smirk I wanted to knock off his face.

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