Broken by His Hand - Piper Stone Page 0,77

However, in some crazy way, I knew I owed it to him. “I can do that, but you will hold your end of the bargain. I meant what I said last night. I can’t be bought. I just want... you.”

The wistful look in his eyes was reminiscent of several from the night before. He tweaked my nose then fisted my hair, forcing our lips to touch. As he captured my mouth, his tongue floating inside, every inch of my skin tingled. Damn the man and the way he could get to me. I fell into the kiss, palming his crisp white shirt, the naughty girl inside of me longing to stain it with strawberry jam. Another wave of passion rushed between us as I undulated against his legs, able to feel his hard, throbbing cock.

When he broke the kiss, he lifted a single eyebrow. “You are one naughty girl.”

“You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

“Mmm... And I assure you that we will share several blazing hot moments like the one from last night.” His grin infectious, he slipped his hand into my robe, cupping and squeezing my breast.

The feel of his fingers created a pool of wetness between my legs. All I could think about was staining his brand new suit. “You should be careful, or you won’t make that meeting.” To make a point, I leaned over, scooping a glob of jam over my finger, darting his toward his mouth then shifting my hand further down, teasing him.

“Oh, you wouldn’t dare,” he huffed.

“Don’t bet me. You will lose.”

He grabbed my fingers, able to bend my arm until he managed to scrape the jam across my cheek. His laugh was boisterous, his eyes twinkling as if he were a boy enjoying his favorite activity. The change in him was just as powerful as before, yanking my heart to the surface. I wanted to be in love with him.

Laughing, I managed to swipe the remainder across his nose, struggling afterwards to get off his lap.

“You are so going to get it for that!” His growl was feral as he attempted to pull me over his lap, fighting to keep me in position. He managed to get off several swats before I kicked out, almost tumbling onto the floor. “Nope. You’re not getting away.”

When he wrapped his massive leg around mine, pinning me to his heated body, I was forced to take several deep breaths. “I’ll be good. I promise.”

“Oh, yes, you will and I’m going to make certain of it.”

The hard crack of his hand coming down against the thin material of the robe was more painful than I would have expected. Squealing, I wiggled with as much force as I was able, only managing to grind my wetness against his legs. The scent of our combined desire wafted between us, forcing a moan to escape from my lips.

With every smack of his hand, I felt myself releasing all the tension that I’d felt only minutes before. He had such a powerful way about him, able to draw out every ounce of anger.

“What am I going to have to do, spank you three times a day?” he asked in a sultry voice.

“No! No way.”

“No way?”

“Sir. I mean sir.” Moaning, I knew there was no way to get off his lap or out of the punishment.

“Yes, at least three a day. Then we’ll see after that.”

“You’re so mean,” I yelped in a bratty tone. The second I threw back my arm, I heard the tsking sound he made that drove me crazy.

“I’m going to add at least ten more for that alone.”

“Ugh, please,” I pleaded.

The sound of a knock on the door wasn’t the kind of interruption I knew he could stand. Huffing, he kept me in place, merely calling out, “Yes?”

“I have a package for you, sir,” the male voice responded.

“Hmmm... More goodies,” he said, half laughing. “Bring them in.”

“Wait. Let me off your lap,” I insisted.

“Nope. You’re going to stay right there.” He chuckled again, giving me another hard swat the second the door was opened.

“Ugh.” I struggled to lift my head as the bellman brought in another box. I knew instantly that something was wrong, the tension in Michael immediate.

“Where the hell did that come from?” he demanded.

“I... I don’t know, sir. I just came on duty.” The young man looked sheepish.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as he eased me off his lap.

Michael jerked up, taking long strides in the direction of the hotel employee, snapping the plain cardboard box out of