Page 52 of Afternoon Delight
“Nelly.” He turned her to face him with a hand on her shoulder. His other hand settled at her throat, where her pulse pounded beneath his palm. “I’m allowing second chances because you don’t know me—but those are running out. This is a device for the ass.”
Keeping one hand at her neck, he held up a small stone object with an olive-shaped tip and a tapered shaft, its base flared wide with a cord attached like a drawer pull.
“I’ve told you not to lie to me. If you do it again, I’ll put this in you and spank you until my arm tires. It will hurt like nothing you’ve ever known. Do you want that?”
“No,” she said reflexively. Then, to be as honest as she could, added, “Not the spanking part.”
“You want this in your ass?”
“I—” She nearly said she knew it was bad and she was trying to be good, but stopped herself. “I’m intrigued,” she admitted, letting her gaze drift to the object, trying to believe it was okay to be curious.
His thumb on her neck caressed her skin. He drew her close enough to touch his mouth to hers. She stiffened slightly in surprise, then let her lips soften and part to accept the domination of his.
She hadn’t been kissed much. It felt strange. Intimate, considering her naked breasts brushed up against the warm, hair-roughened plane of his chest. She quickly decided she liked it. He fitted his lips to hers and applied suction, as though bringing forth all the passionate feelings that emanated from her depths. He played his tongue against hers in a way that made her nipples harden, and she leaned into him, seeking the soothing stimulation of firmer pressure.
He released her, and she staggered slightly to find her balance, murmuring, “I’m sorry.”
“I want to put this inside you and undress before we continue. Kneel on the edge of the bed with your elbows in the middle.”
The bed was so high, that put her ass in his face, but he didn’t seem to mind. He played with her pussy for a long minute, rubbing and stroking his fingers into her cleft, arousing her until she?—
The door jangled.
“Pumpkin Spice Latte?”
I slammed the book shut and blinked at Zak.
“That’s an even guiltier look than yesterday, when I caught you bungy-jumping without signing a liability waiver.”
“It’s this book.” I showed him the cover. “Your sister and her friends are reading it for book club. It’s historical erotica. I just read a filthy story where a married woman pegs a duke who was not her husband.”
“Did he like it?”
“He loved it. There’s some guy-on-guy stuff that’s next level, and now this maid’s about to get a spanking.”
“You ever tried that? Spanking?” He crossed his arms and tilted his head with curiosity.
“Never saw the appeal.”
“The appeal is there’s an ass in your lap. That seems self-explanatory.”
“You presume you’re the spank-er then.”
“I guess I went straight there, yeah.” His self-deprecating grin turned into a faraway smile, as if he was still there. As if he was considering both sides of that particular play. His gaze came back to me and the book with heavy interest. “So is that getting you horny?”
“So horny,” I admitted on a chuckle, not caring that I was blushing because I was already flushed and hot. “I was seriously considering locking the door and going into the bathroom for some self-maintenance.”
“Do it.” He shrugged.
“Haha.” I rolled my eyes.
“I’m serious. Do you know how many times I’ve jacked in the can next door? I could paint it twice.”
“Gross!” I laughed.
“What the hell was I supposed to do, coming in from high school all worked up from looking at bra straps and whale-tales all day?”
“And now? Since you’ve been back?” I challenged lightly.
