Chapter 38

I obey and settle across his lap, my butt in the air. My interest spikes when I feel his erection under the towel and realize he’s as turned on as I am—maybe more.

Delicately, he lifts my shirt to bare my ass. He keeps one hand on my back and with the other strokes the curve of my behind, and that simple touch makes me squirm.

“Hold still,” he says, and I stop immediately.

Or try to, because his caresses change—slower, more sensual. When he slides a finger down to see how wet I am, I can’t help squirming with pleasure again.

“You like it,” he adds. “Let’s see if I can make you like it even more.”

He raises his hand and smacks me with his palm. At first the sting centers in one spot; then it spreads like a million tiny sparks that burn and then melt into a delicious heat. He does it again, and this time I moan with pure pleasure.

“That’s right, baby,” he says, exploring my soaked, hot sex with a finger. “Oh yes, you clearly like it.”

He spank