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“Of course.” I clicked episode one and pressed another button on the remote that dimmed the lights. As the episode began to play, I felt her leaning into me.

I could get used to this.

CHAPTER 16

DENISE

We were four episodes deep when Hugh’s arm unfolded behind my head, close enough that I could feel the heat of his skin.

A part of me wanted to get up and grab another drink, but I was having too much fun. I’d spent the last few hours slightly grazing his thigh with mine, stretching and feeling the edges of my fingertips dancing along his chest and beard.

I was glad I’d already seen this show, I’d stopped paying attention the moment he moved a bit closer to me. This game was torture. Crossing my legs, I flexed my thighs a bit, enjoying the pressure. I looked down at my foot, an inch from his calf, and absently started to move it left and right.

Hugh stiffened but didn’t say a word. We’d made it another five minutes before he stood abruptly and startedpicking up our plates and leftovers, taking them into the kitchen.

“I think it’s time I head to bed,” he was avoiding eye contact as he shoved things haphazardly into the fridge.

There were still a few things left on the coffee table. I grabbed them and the empty glasses and padded towards the kitchen. I was turning off the TV when I was pulled backward into a warm embrace.

“Tell me no now, Denny,” he whispered into my ear. His length was pressed against the curve of my ass, and I gasped.

“Too bad, I’m tired,” I said, even though I didn’t believe the words as they came out of my mouth. I squirmed against him as he squeezed my waist.

His hand cupped my pussy through my jeans, and I moaned against the delicious pressure.

“We already talked about lying bad girls.” A sharp smack to my thigh made my skin sting and heat. I jerked my body into him, feeling his dick jump behind me.

Lips began tracing across my skin as his fingers grabbed at my shirt, pulling it up and untucking it from my jeans. His tongue found its way up to my earlobe as his hands smoothed along my stomach, his fingers tracing the path of my stretch marks.

“I can wake you up,” he said.

Pulling down my zipper, he unbuttoned my jeans. His hand dove beneath my panties as he ran his fingers downthe front of my thighs. His grip was tight as his fingertips dragged along my skin and stoked the heat building in me.

My body was alive under his touch. We’d spent so long playing the game, I was practically coming undone in his arms. I’d missed being close to him, feeling myself get lost in desire and passion.

I whimpered as his wet kisses became bites. My jeans were pulled down and before I could come up with something snarky to say. He bit and sucked at my neck. I leaned forward as the pleasure and pain stole my breath.

Hugh let me fall forward and pulled my shirt over my head as I reached for the back of his couch. His lips traced my back as he held tight to my love handles. He was leaving a wet, fiery trail down my back.

I closed my eyes, I wanted to focus on the feeling of him on my skin. My hands covered his around my waist. I was flushing with arousal, simultaneously floating and on fire.

Somehow, I managed to say, “It’s past my bedtime.”

One of his hands moved and I felt the sting of it hit my ass, coming down hard on my skin. I groaned, biting my hand.

“Before you go to bed, I think I told you I was keeping count. Do you want to guess how many I owe you?” His fingers smoothed over the hot skin of the cheek he’d just reddened. The coarse hair from his beard moved alongmy back, and I arched, reaching back for him. My fingers finding the warmth of his skin and my heart stuttered.

“Let’s play a game. Guess the number without going over, and you’ll get a reprieve.” Both of his hands were holding my ass still and I wiggled against him.

“Guess too high, you get all of them. Guess too low, you get twice as much.”

“That doesn’t sound like a fun game,” I grumbled against the couch feeling each open kiss move lower.

“Oh, it’s fun for me. Because I was keeping track, Little Menace.” A shiver ran beneath my skin, and I tried to stand, but between the jeans tight around my thighs and Hugh’s hands holding me, I was at his mercy. He felt my struggle and his hands started to slowly massage my skin.

“Remind me: what are your safe words?”

It’d been weeks since I’d said either word aloud. They bounced around in my head every time he caught my eye, and I could see the devilish thoughts playing in his head. I didn’t doubt for a second that he would’ve come up with any and every reason to spank my ass raw. Lucky for him, I enjoyed pushing his buttons.

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