spank-Charley-goodcard.” I kiss her nose.
“You’re gonna spank me good?” She’s trying to sound playful, but I can hear her nerves clear as a bell.
“Yes I am, but I am going to save it for a situation when you’ve behaved very badly.” I palm her ass. “Jesus, baby ... I may have to create a situation.” I squeeze and listen to her breathe erratically. “What do you have going on under here, by the way?” I try to lift her short, white silk robe.
“Stop it, you!” She smacks my hand away. “I thought you weren’t going to touch me until you were invited to do so,” she says, then turns back to the wine and tries to open it.
“It’s gonna be like that now, baby?” I lower my voice near her ear.
“Mmhmm,” she hums, then throws her hands palm-down on the counter, clearly frustrated.
“Need help?”
“Yes, please.” She looks up at me. I trap her between the counter and me and slowly push up against her as I unscrew the cork.
“I see Morale is up,” she murmurs, then gives me a dose of my own medicine as she pushes back against me.
“Invite me to touch you, baby.” My lips almost touch her ear.
“No.”
“Invite me.” I push harder.
“No.” She pours her wine.
“Baby, I may have to go back on what I said.” I run my nose up her neck, inhaling her.
“Are you sniffing me?” She giggles.
“No! Please ... I wouldn’t do that.” I jerk my face back and chuckle. “Okay ... maybe a little.”
“Mr. Colton.” She turns to me with laughing eyes. I immediately go for the knot in her robe.
“Uh-uh ...” She taps my hand.
“I need to touch you, Charlotte.” I close my eyes, almost begging.
“Okay, but if you go back on your word, you’re going to miss out.”
“Miss out on what?” I take her extended hand.
“Me touching the hell out of you.” She walks backward, staring at me like I’m a big juicy steak. It makes me want to hand her a fork and knife so she can dig in. “Well?” She raises an eyebrow.
“I’d like you to touch the hell out of me, baby.” Damn, she’s sexy.
“Good.” She sips her wine. “Me too.” She walks forward again, holding my hand behind her. She climbs the stairs slowly, offering me a view to die for: white lace panties that end just above the curve of her cheeks. If I just lean forward a little further, I can nip at the skin there. I shake my head and try to find something else to look at. My gaze drops, taking in her gorgeous bare legs. Legs that were wrapped around my neck this afternoon while I greedily feasted on her pussy—her delicious pussy . I slap my head to force myself to focus.
She looks over her shoulder. “Everything okay back there?”
“Yep ... just trying not to drag my knuckles back here,” I say truthfully, and am rewarded with her giggle. I am amazed at how easy things are with her, yet still so difficult.
We walk into my bedroom and I can already smell the essence of her .
“What?” she asks, setting her wine down and pulling her hair out of its tie. It tumbles down, and I fight the urge to dive my hands in.
“It smells like you in here,” I start. She crooks her head sideways. “I like it.”
“Good.” She slides her hands up my chest and slowly unbuttons my shirt. I place my hands on her hips. “Uh ... no touching, Mr. Colton.” She taps my hands. I squeeze before I let go. “Bad boy,” she mumbles.
“I can be.” I try to kiss her. She pulls her hands away and crosses her arms.
“Let me know when you’re ready to behave.”
“Sorry, baby. I’m ready.” I try to hold back my smile.
Satisfied, Charlotte runs her hands up my chest again and pushes my shirt off my shoulders. She bites at my left shoulder while pulling my tank top out from my pants. I help her tug it over my head. Her mouth travels hot up my neck to my chin and then down my jawline. She nips below my ear and every muscle in my body twitches as I try to control myself.
“Mitch.”
Damn her sexy
“You’re gonna spank me good?” She’s trying to sound playful, but I can hear her nerves clear as a bell.
“Yes I am, but I am going to save it for a situation when you’ve behaved very badly.” I palm her ass. “Jesus, baby ... I may have to create a situation.” I squeeze and listen to her breathe erratically. “What do you have going on under here, by the way?” I try to lift her short, white silk robe.
“Stop it, you!” She smacks my hand away. “I thought you weren’t going to touch me until you were invited to do so,” she says, then turns back to the wine and tries to open it.
“It’s gonna be like that now, baby?” I lower my voice near her ear.
“Mmhmm,” she hums, then throws her hands palm-down on the counter, clearly frustrated.
“Need help?”
“Yes, please.” She looks up at me. I trap her between the counter and me and slowly push up against her as I unscrew the cork.
“I see Morale is up,” she murmurs, then gives me a dose of my own medicine as she pushes back against me.
“Invite me to touch you, baby.” My lips almost touch her ear.
“No.”
“Invite me.” I push harder.
“No.” She pours her wine.
“Baby, I may have to go back on what I said.” I run my nose up her neck, inhaling her.
“Are you sniffing me?” She giggles.
“No! Please ... I wouldn’t do that.” I jerk my face back and chuckle. “Okay ... maybe a little.”
“Mr. Colton.” She turns to me with laughing eyes. I immediately go for the knot in her robe.
“Uh-uh ...” She taps my hand.
“I need to touch you, Charlotte.” I close my eyes, almost begging.
“Okay, but if you go back on your word, you’re going to miss out.”
“Miss out on what?” I take her extended hand.
“Me touching the hell out of you.” She walks backward, staring at me like I’m a big juicy steak. It makes me want to hand her a fork and knife so she can dig in. “Well?” She raises an eyebrow.
“I’d like you to touch the hell out of me, baby.” Damn, she’s sexy.
“Good.” She sips her wine. “Me too.” She walks forward again, holding my hand behind her. She climbs the stairs slowly, offering me a view to die for: white lace panties that end just above the curve of her cheeks. If I just lean forward a little further, I can nip at the skin there. I shake my head and try to find something else to look at. My gaze drops, taking in her gorgeous bare legs. Legs that were wrapped around my neck this afternoon while I greedily feasted on her pussy—her delicious pussy . I slap my head to force myself to focus.
She looks over her shoulder. “Everything okay back there?”
“Yep ... just trying not to drag my knuckles back here,” I say truthfully, and am rewarded with her giggle. I am amazed at how easy things are with her, yet still so difficult.
We walk into my bedroom and I can already smell the essence of her .
“What?” she asks, setting her wine down and pulling her hair out of its tie. It tumbles down, and I fight the urge to dive my hands in.
“It smells like you in here,” I start. She crooks her head sideways. “I like it.”
“Good.” She slides her hands up my chest and slowly unbuttons my shirt. I place my hands on her hips. “Uh ... no touching, Mr. Colton.” She taps my hands. I squeeze before I let go. “Bad boy,” she mumbles.
“I can be.” I try to kiss her. She pulls her hands away and crosses her arms.
“Let me know when you’re ready to behave.”
“Sorry, baby. I’m ready.” I try to hold back my smile.
Satisfied, Charlotte runs her hands up my chest again and pushes my shirt off my shoulders. She bites at my left shoulder while pulling my tank top out from my pants. I help her tug it over my head. Her mouth travels hot up my neck to my chin and then down my jawline. She nips below my ear and every muscle in my body twitches as I try to control myself.
“Mitch.”
Damn her sexy
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