with his body. “Oh no. You’re not going anywhere until you explain that remark.”
She planted her hands on her hips, thrusting out her neat little tits in a way that was hard as hell to ignore. “I’m not explaining anything to you, Joe Remke, and I’d bet my last dollar you don’t really want me to. Frankly, I doubt you’re mature enough to handle it.”
“ I’m not mature enough!” he snarled, infuriated and exhilarated and ready to throw her against the wall and fuck her hard enough to leave an AJ-sized dent in the laminate.
“That’s what I said.” She lifted her chin. “Now get out of my way so I can go to bed.”
He leaned down until they were nose to nose. “I never realized you were such a bitch, AJ.”
“And I can’t figure out why I ever liked you,” she spat back, not backing down an inch. “You’re a complete asshole.”
He touched the tip of his nose to hers. “Are you as turned on as I am?”
“More!” she declared.
Breathing heavily, they stared each other down for two more seconds. Then they dissolved into helpless laughter.
Joe snatched her naked body against him and hugged her tight while she beat her fists against his chest. “Why, Diane, when did you shave your pussy?”
After another screech of laughter, she gasped, “I can’t believe you watched Cheers .”
“Why not?” he asked, still grinning. “I can relate to losers who have nothing to live for but the bar.”
Her laughter trailed off, and she looked at him just long enough to make him uncomfortable. “No fair making me laugh,” she finally said. “I’m still mad at you.”
“And I’m still tempted to spank your ass, you little brat.”
AJ gaped at him. “You wouldn’t dare!”
He leaned down until his forehead touched hers. “Oh honey, you’ve got a lot to learn about me.”
Chapter Eight
When he tried to drag her out of the bathroom, AJ clung to the doorframe like a cat. She was strong, but there was no way she could hold out long against a man who weighed damn near twice what she did.
“You better not!” she cried, giggling as she kicked and twisted in his grip.
“What are you gonna do, tell on me?” he taunted.
“I might!”
He surprised her by stepping forward, and caught off balance, she reached for his arms. Before she could blink, he grabbed her wrists and spun her around.
“Now I’ve got you,” he breathed against her sensitive neck.
She writhed, too breathless to even laugh. “Dammit, Joe!”
He heaved her off the floor and carried her into Brent’s room. Two seconds later, she was facedown over his lap, beating his denim-covered calf with both fists. “This isn’t funny!”
“Not from this angle either,” he murmured, holding her with one arm over her ribs while he ran the other hand over her butt.
AJ hadn’t been strictly joking when she said she was turned on by their argument, and now his hot caress and the pressure of his thigh low on her belly were wreaking all sorts of embarrassing havoc with her innards.
The rain on the roof and the rumble of distant thunder only intensified the electric mood in the room.
She licked her dry lips as her heart tattooed a furious rhythm against his thigh. “Joe, you don’t really want to do this.”
“Believe me, AJ, I really do.” His hand left her ass. “This is gonna hurt, little girl.”
“Wait—”
Slap! His palm landed on her right cheek with the sting of a hot iron. “Ow!” she yelled, squirming in his hold. “Not so hard, you son of a bitch!”
He spread his knees and held her ribs more firmly against his other thigh. “Maybe you need it a little harder.”
“Hell no, I—” Slap! Her other butt cheek caught fire. “Ow!” she cried again.
“This’ll feel better if you relax, AJ.”
“Relax, my ass.” She’d meant to sound harsh, but there was a dismaying quiver in her voice.
“Exactly. When you tense your cheeks, it doesn’t feel nearly as good. Or so I’m told,” he added before
She planted her hands on her hips, thrusting out her neat little tits in a way that was hard as hell to ignore. “I’m not explaining anything to you, Joe Remke, and I’d bet my last dollar you don’t really want me to. Frankly, I doubt you’re mature enough to handle it.”
“ I’m not mature enough!” he snarled, infuriated and exhilarated and ready to throw her against the wall and fuck her hard enough to leave an AJ-sized dent in the laminate.
“That’s what I said.” She lifted her chin. “Now get out of my way so I can go to bed.”
He leaned down until they were nose to nose. “I never realized you were such a bitch, AJ.”
“And I can’t figure out why I ever liked you,” she spat back, not backing down an inch. “You’re a complete asshole.”
He touched the tip of his nose to hers. “Are you as turned on as I am?”
“More!” she declared.
Breathing heavily, they stared each other down for two more seconds. Then they dissolved into helpless laughter.
Joe snatched her naked body against him and hugged her tight while she beat her fists against his chest. “Why, Diane, when did you shave your pussy?”
After another screech of laughter, she gasped, “I can’t believe you watched Cheers .”
“Why not?” he asked, still grinning. “I can relate to losers who have nothing to live for but the bar.”
Her laughter trailed off, and she looked at him just long enough to make him uncomfortable. “No fair making me laugh,” she finally said. “I’m still mad at you.”
“And I’m still tempted to spank your ass, you little brat.”
AJ gaped at him. “You wouldn’t dare!”
He leaned down until his forehead touched hers. “Oh honey, you’ve got a lot to learn about me.”
Chapter Eight
When he tried to drag her out of the bathroom, AJ clung to the doorframe like a cat. She was strong, but there was no way she could hold out long against a man who weighed damn near twice what she did.
“You better not!” she cried, giggling as she kicked and twisted in his grip.
“What are you gonna do, tell on me?” he taunted.
“I might!”
He surprised her by stepping forward, and caught off balance, she reached for his arms. Before she could blink, he grabbed her wrists and spun her around.
“Now I’ve got you,” he breathed against her sensitive neck.
She writhed, too breathless to even laugh. “Dammit, Joe!”
He heaved her off the floor and carried her into Brent’s room. Two seconds later, she was facedown over his lap, beating his denim-covered calf with both fists. “This isn’t funny!”
“Not from this angle either,” he murmured, holding her with one arm over her ribs while he ran the other hand over her butt.
AJ hadn’t been strictly joking when she said she was turned on by their argument, and now his hot caress and the pressure of his thigh low on her belly were wreaking all sorts of embarrassing havoc with her innards.
The rain on the roof and the rumble of distant thunder only intensified the electric mood in the room.
She licked her dry lips as her heart tattooed a furious rhythm against his thigh. “Joe, you don’t really want to do this.”
“Believe me, AJ, I really do.” His hand left her ass. “This is gonna hurt, little girl.”
“Wait—”
Slap! His palm landed on her right cheek with the sting of a hot iron. “Ow!” she yelled, squirming in his hold. “Not so hard, you son of a bitch!”
He spread his knees and held her ribs more firmly against his other thigh. “Maybe you need it a little harder.”
“Hell no, I—” Slap! Her other butt cheek caught fire. “Ow!” she cried again.
“This’ll feel better if you relax, AJ.”
“Relax, my ass.” She’d meant to sound harsh, but there was a dismaying quiver in her voice.
“Exactly. When you tense your cheeks, it doesn’t feel nearly as good. Or so I’m told,” he added before
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