Ulterior Designs (House of Evans Book 1) by Ella Dominguez

you're frustrated, but this was merely meant to be an experiment while testing your limits, Minou . I hope you got as much pleasure out of this experience as I did, and I hope we can continue where we've left off in the very near future.”
    "Frustrated is an understatement," she countered, smiling up at him, "especially since you didn't give me nearly enough." Her statement no sooner slipped past her lips when the thought crossed her mind to call him Sir again just to coax another few wallops out of him.
    He must’ve sensed her rebellious thoughts, because he quickly interjected in between laughs, “Perhaps next time I won’t be so gentle.”
    Perhaps? Her rear end was still throbbing from his experiment , and she swiftly pushed her wayward thoughts aside. No, she wouldn’t provoke Logan. She wanted to prove to him what a good girl she really was, both with interior designing and with experimentation.
    He kneeled at her feet, gently tugged her panties up, refastened the garters, and smoothed her skirt down over her thighs before guiding her to the mattress on the floor. Seated next to her with an arm draped over her shoulders, he held her close as she rested her head on his shoulder. Her eyes zoomed in on the erection in his pants. Instinctually, she reached out to touch it. Warm and thick, it grew larger with her manipulation. She stroked harder causing his breathing to quicken.
    It didn’t take a genius to see that he wanted her. She could hear it in his soft guttural moans. She could feel it throbbing in her palm. When his hand came down over hers to guide it purposefully over the head of his shaft, she stared up at him, hoping he would take the next step. It felt good to have him close, but she felt strangely needy. When his eyes met hers, he set her hand aside and knelt in front of her.
    He swept the hair away from her eyes and checked her over. “Do you feel okay?”
    She felt more than okay , though a little confused. The warmth in her bottom had radiated up her spine and left her feeling elated. Couldn’t he see that ? His body was screaming to be inside of her, and she wanted nothing more than for him to be pounding that hard dick of his deep into her as they christened his bedroom, too. Surely he could sense her need for him. She was making it glaringly obvious. It suddenly occurred to her that maybe this was his way of punishing her for rebuffing his initial offer of getting to know one another.
    “You’re forgetting yourself, again, Ms. Stephens, and why you’re here.”
    So, he could sense her arousal. “I haven’t forgotten,” she finally forced herself to answer. “Interior decoration.”
    He nodded and pulled her upright. “Exactly," he palmed his hard-on to readjust himself. "Now, I believe I’ve given you plenty of homework. Are you sure you’re feeling okay, or do you need to rest a bit more before you leave?” His hands gripped her upper arms and brought her closer.
    She didn’t want to leave just yet—not when her body was still tingling from his persuasive touch. “A short rest sounds good.”
    “We can grab some lunch. There's a great place downtown.”
    “I'd like that. I never knew a spanking could be so exhausting.”
    His eyes reflected skepticism. “You’ve never been spanked?”
    “No.”
    “Not even by a parent?” he huffed in disbelief.
    “No, there was no need for it,” she answered and grinned with pride.
    “Well, I’m honored to have been your first,” he said as he flashed his crooked, dimpled grin.
    Before she could stop herself, she leaned forward to press her mouth onto his. To her horror, he quickly withdrew, stepping back and almost causing her to fall flat on her face. She clumsily stumbled forward, but Logan caught her before she toppled over on her heels.
    “Jesus, Chloe, pull it together,” his voice echoed off the walls of the nearly empty room as he steadied her.
    Her cheeks burned with humiliation at the look of mortification on his face. She