phone vibrates.
She gives me one word.
No.
I stop so quickly Bradley bumps into me.
“What has gotten into you? I’m the erratic, impulsive brother. Not you. You’re the perfect one, remember?” He grabs a glass of wine from the nearest table and drains it down as its owner--an older woman with a fur stole--gawks at him. “See? I’m the crazy one. Not you.” He sets the glass back down.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” I have some business to attend to. By the state of my pants, the business is urgent. She already dances through my mind every second of every day, and now this?
I leave a sputtering Bradley in the restaurant and hail a cab. After barking out her address, I settle back and type another message.
Ms. Lavine,
Is it a family emergency?
Best regards,
Liam Baxter
The driver maneuvers through Thursday night traffic, the streets clogged with commuters trying to get home. A light rain falls, giving the streets a black shine. My phone pings again.
One. Fucking. Word.
No.
I grit my teeth. She may as well skywrite “Spank me, Mr. Baxter.” But she’s gone too far this time. This time, I’m not giving her any breathing room. This time, I’m taking it all, and my sunshine will thank me for every inch I give her.
She buzzes me up without question, and when I reach her door, I bang on it loudly. When she opens it, she gives me a wide-eyed innocent look, but beneath it there’s an undercurrent of naughty. That is what sets me off.
“Mr. Baxter, what are you do--”
I grab her arms and push her backwards, slamming the door behind me as I pin her against the wall and loom closer to her. Rain drips from my hair and Mr. Grumpy Pants winds around my ankles. I shed my overcoat. It falls in a pile behind me, and the cat quickly makes a nest of it.
“What is your reason for being absent tomorrow?” I cut to the heart of the matter as I press my body against hers.
She dabs her tongue along her bottom lip, the nervousness in that tiny movement sending my desire spiking higher. “Well, I, um …”
“Yes?” I slide one hand to her throat and rest it there.
“I just wasn’t sure if I’d need the day to get my dress and makeup and hair done for the gala.” She shrugs.
“Why didn’t you say that, sunshine?” I hover so close to her lips, her eyes sparkling as she stares up at me.
Her breath hitches.
“I think it’s because you want to be punished. Isn’t that true?”
She swallows hard. “Yes.”
“You want every ounce of discipline I have to give. That’s the truth, isn’t it, sunshine?”
“I …” Her voice breaks, and she nods.
I ease my hand down her body to the hem of her kitten pajama pants. Sliding past them and her panties, I find her soaking wet for me, her pussy a slick mess I want to devour.
“You knew exactly what button to press to get me here. To get me on my knees, begging for a taste of your sweet cunt.” I stroke her clit as she trembles. “I warned you, sunshine. I told you what would happen if you stepped out of line again.”
“Mmm,” is her only response as she grips my biceps.
Her breath tickles across my lips, and I break. I. Fucking. Break. I kiss her hard, taking my breath away with how much I’ve wanted this. Her lips are soft, delicate, and warm. I ravage them, owning her mouth as I tilt her head and run my tongue along her lips. She opens on a moan, and I delve my tongue inside, sharing more of myself with her than I’ve ever shared with anyone. This kiss is the beginning, the jolt of electricity that starts my heart beating, the burst of life that I’ve denied myself. But no more. Not now that I’ve found her, my sunshine.
I plunge my fingers inside her, finger-fucking her at the same pace as I tongue her. She grips harder, her small nails digging into me as I take all of her, marking her as mine, searing my burning heart onto her soul.
With a jerk, I lift her and carry her down the apartment’s hallway. I don’t know which room is hers, but I need a bed. The door at the end of the hall leads to a room decorated with happy images all over, and I know it’s hers.
Sitting her on the bed, I strip my shirt and tie away, then reach for her. She