by Marilyn Lee
“Your ass was made for spanking,” he told her, slapping each cheek again. “Not to mention fucking.”
She shook her head. He wasn’t getting his cock anywhere near her ass until he was prepared to commit to her. But the thought of him spanking her? Well, that intrigued her. “I thought only bad girls were spanked. I haven’t been bad,” she whispered. She had never really engaged in anything but vanilla sex, but she had a feeling she’d enjoy nearly anything Jefferson wanted to do to her.
He leered at her, his gray eyes dancing. “You call having sex in a bathroom on the toilet being good?” Before she could answer, he slapped her left ass cheek.
Cheeks hot, she nevertheless gave him a wanton smile. “It felt very good and you were the one who dragged me in here and had your wicked way with me.”
“And how does this feel?” He slapped her cheek again, this time hard enough to make it sting.
She shuddered and her pussy tightened around his cock. “Oooh. That hurt.”
“Did it?” He brought his palm down against her cheek. “How about that?”
She caught her breath as her cheek tingled. “That hurt too!” she whispered in a breathless, excited voice.
“Then why do you sound so excited?”
Sitting on his lap with his cock still inside her, she felt wanton, sexy, and hungry to feel his palm stinging her ass cheeks. “Because I’m a bad girl?”
“Oh, you’ve been a very bad girl.” He slapped her ass again, several times in quick succession. She moaned and thrust her breasts against his chest. His cock, still inside her, hardened. She leaned against him, slowly rotating herself on his lap.
“Then you’d better punish me.”
“Oh, baby, I intend to!” Lifting her hips, he brought her back down, thrusting his hips upward.
As his cock shot up into her, she cupped her hands over her breasts and arched her back. “Ooooh. Punish me, Jeff!”
Holding her with one arm around her waist, he fucked her slowly, alternating between slapping a cheek each time he thrust his cock back into her. The combination of his hard cock pumping in and out of her and his palm delivering those delicious, stingy blows sent her over the edge. Within minutes, she cried out, curled her fingers in his hair, sucked his tongue into her mouth and blew apart.
She collapsed against him, sobbing softly as her climax washed over her. Cupping his palms over her stinging cheeks, he bit into her shoulder, shuddered, and came.
For several moments, they clung to each other, then he caressed her cheeks. “The next time,” he whispered. “I want your ass.”
After the sweet heat of what they’d just shared, she was no longer sure she wanted to make him wait until he was ready to commit to her before she agreed to anal sex with him. The thought of his cock sliding between her cheeks and deep inside her ass sent a thrill of lust through her. They could both kneel on all fours and he could lean over her back with one big hand over her breasts while the fingers of her his other dug in her pussy and played with her clit. Oh, hell, that would be so good. She moistened her lips and hoped she didn’t sound breathless when she spoke. “We’ll see.”
“Yes, we will.” He slapped her ass lightly, kissed her briefly, then moved his hands to her hips, lifting her off him. When she stood up, her knees knocked and she had to lean against him for a moment. He rose and turned to draw her into his arms. “Don’t make me wait too long.” He stroked his palms gently over her bottom. “It’s been a very long time since I met a woman with an ass that begged to be fucked as yours does.”
Did that mean he and Vanessa had never had anal sex? She smiled up at him, linking her arms around his neck. “My cheeks hurt.”
He turned her around, bent, and pressed several soft kisses against her bottom. He straightened and turned her back to face him. “Better?”
She had loved feeling his mouth moving on her ass. She smiled. “Yes.”
He kissed her nose. “Good, but you’d better get used to having them sting after we make love.”
“If you think I’m going to have you beating my ass every time–”
He pressed a finger against her lips. “Not beating your ass. Spanking it during lovemaking. There’s a big difference between the two.”
She nodded. “I didn’t mean beating it in a bad way.”
“Good.” He pinched her nipples. “They’d look awfully cute with nipple rings attached.”
“Nipple rings? Are you into that sort of thing?”
“I’m into you. And I’m eager to explore every possible way of making love to and with you, Sharde.” He stroked her cheek. “Does the thought frighten or turn you off?”
She shook her head. “I can’t imagine anything you’d want to do to and with me during lovemaking turning me off.”
He smiled and palmed her ass again. “Then this is going to belong to me soon.”
She didn’t deny it.
“Now I’m starving. Let’s go find something to eat. Then we need to talk.”
Chapter Six
“Talk?” She withdrew her arms from his neck. “What about?”
“About when you’re going to introduce me to your sweet ass... and other things.”
“What other things?
He stroked a finger down her cheek. “Sharde, we can’t pretend this didn’t happen. We have to talk about it.”
“Why? Nothing’s changed for me. Has anything changed for you?”
Her voice sounded needy, almost desperate. She bit her bottom lip.
“Things changed for me the moment we took that tumble in the snow.”
She moved against the wall and struggled to pull on her pantyhose. He surprised her by getting her shoe and then kneeling. She put a hand on his shoulder and extended her feet. Before sliding her shoe on, he lifted her pantyhose-clad foot. He pressed a kiss against the sole of her foot before sliding on her shoe.
He reached into her ruined blouse and pulled her bra down. Looking down into her eyes, he managed to fasten it. He stepped back from her, considering her blouse.
She looked down at it and up at him. “This is ruined. Do you know how much this blouse cost?”
He steadied it for several moments before speaking. “About two, three hundred dollars.”
“It cost two-fifty. How did you guess so accurately?”
He shrugged, his eyes narrowing. “Before she decided I couldn’t afford her, Linda did her best to spend me into the poorhouse.”
He sounded bitter and she sighed. Would he ever get over the hurt the other two women had inflicted on him? “And Vanessa?”
“What about her?”
“What happened when you... did you see her after I left the office?”
“Yes.”
“And? What happened?”
“Nothing happened. I told her I had no interest in allowing her to make a fool of me for a second time.”
“And?”
“And she whipped off her mink to reveal nothing but a pair of stockings and heels. She offered to allow me to fuck her ass.”
What man could resist such an invitation? She moistened her lips. “And?”
“And I told her thanks, but no thanks. I was tempted to tell her why her skinny little ass no longer interested me, but I didn’t think you’d appreciate her knowing I have carnal designs on your beautiful brown ass.”
She blushed with pleasure and excitement. “So... it’s over between you for good?”
“Yes!”
“So you don’t expect to see her again?”
“Oh, I’m fairly sure she’ll surface again. She’s not the kind to easily admit defeat, but sooner or later she’ll have to realize that once with her was enough to last me a lifetime.”
“Oh, good. When I saw her and she told me... I was afraid you still had feelings for her.”
“I do, but none of them are the warm and fuzzy kind she was hoping for.”
“You were so in love with her.”
“I was in lust with her. Not in love. There�
��s a difference between the two, Sharde. I was in big time lust with her, but any lingering desire I felt for her vanished the first time you and I made love.”
Made love? Or had sex? It had been love for her. She knew he didn’t view her as just an easy lay, but she doubted if he were in love with her–yet.
“Now.” He took off his jacket and slipped it around her shoulders. “Let’s go eat.”
She looked at him; his shaft, now soft but still surprisingly impressive, hung out of his pants. She palmed him, squeezing him gently as she pushed his flesh back inside his pants and briefs. She slid his zipper up and was rewarded with a quick kiss.
They washed their hands before he took her hand and led her back out into the hall. He stopped to pick up her fanny pack. He fastened it and slid it over his shoulder. In the dining room, she slipped her outer jacket on over her suit jacket.
They made a quick circuit around the building to ensure that everything was secure, set the alarm, and left.
They walked hand in hand to her car. He nodded to his SUV. “Let’s take mine. I’ll drive you back tomorrow to get your car.”
That implied he expected them to spend the night together. “I’d love to ride with you, but Dianne will worry if she arrives tomorrow and finds my car still here. I’d better drive it myself.”
He handed over her fanny pack. “Where do you want to eat?”
Considering they must both smell like sex, their options were limited. “I could do a few steaks with some stir-fry vegetables if you want to come back to my place.”
“Got a beer?”
She arched a brow. “When don’t I keep a six-pack around just for you?”
“Small wonder I’m nuts about you.” He leaned down and kissed her. “I’ll follow you.”
* * * * *
At her condo, she changed into a pink silk pantsuit that hugged all her curves. When she emerged from her bathroom, he leered at her and let loose a wolf whistle. She smiled as he followed her into the kitchen. Seated at the table there, he watched as she prepared their meal. When she set his plate and a beer in front of him, he pulled her down onto his lap, nuzzling her neck. “We can share this,” he whispered.
She shivered, trying to decide if she wanted to eat him or food.
He unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts. He turned her on his lap and buried his face against her.
She smiled. “Hmmm.”
He kissed and sucked each mound. She closed her eyes, loving the feel of his cock hardening against her butt. She pressed down, then pulled away, jerking off his lap.
He let her go, but locked his gaze on her. “What’s wrong?”
She refastened her bra and buttoned her blouse. “You said you were hungry.”
He took a sip of his beer. “When I’m around you my chief hunger is not for food.”
She fixed her plate, poured herself a glass of her favorite red wine and sat opposite him. “You were right, Jeff. This sleeping with each other is not a good idea. We can’t pretend we’re just colleagues while at work and then go sneaking around after hours.”
He cut his steak and speared a chunk. He chewed it slowly, a look of enjoyment on his face. He took another sip of his beer and looked at her. “Why not? We’re not married or committed to anyone else. And it’s not sneaking around. We just won’t advertise our relationship in the office.”
She cut a piece of steak and pushed it around her plate. “I told you that I’m not interested in a strictly sexual relationship. I need to think about my future.”
He put his knife and fork down, arching a brow. “Sharde, we’ve slept together a few times. Surely you’re not looking for a marriage proposal already.”
She stared down at her plate, tears stinging her eyes. He had proposed to Vanessa after one weekend. But despite his earlier insistence he’d been in lust instead of love, Sharde was convinced he had been in love with the beautiful blonde. Lust was clearly all Sharde could expect.
“A marriage proposal from you? No. I know you only fall for beautiful, faithless blondes.” She looked up at him. “That sort of leaves me out on three counts, doesn’t it?”
He sat back in his seat, staring at her. “Are we back to race, Sharde?”
“Did we ever really leave race, Jefferson?”
“I did. It was never an issue with me.”
“Then tell me why I shouldn’t expect anything but sex when beautiful, blonde, white Vanessa got a marriage proposal after one weekend of shaking her skinny ass at you. Tell me, did she allow you to spank and fuck that skinny ass of hers?”
He sucked in an angry breath. “I’m telling you for the last damn time that race has nothing to do with this, Sharde! Nothing.”
“Really? Then what is this all about?”
“How can you believe I think less of you than I did of her? Even if you were a white blonde, I’m not interested in or ready for another serious relationship. That’s no reflection on the color of your hair or your skin. You should know by now how sexually attracted I am to you.”
“Then what’s this all about?”
“Just what I said. I am just not emotionally ready to risk my heart again.”
She couldn’t help noticing how he deliberately ignored mentioning her looks. She moistened her lips. “Okay. Fair enough. You’re not interested in anything serious and I’m not interested in anything but a serious relationship. I think that sort of says it all, Jeff.”
He raked a hand through his hair. “You can talk all you want about serious relationships, but you cannot deny that you want me as much as I want you. And you can’t deny that what we share is special and worth taking things slow. While we do that, what’s wrong with us satisfying our hungers with each other?”
Because her chief hunger wasn’t for sex with him, it was for his love. It was finally clear to her that she had no hope of winning that. That only left the question of how much less she would be willing to settle for.
When she had set out on her mission of conquest, she had been willing to settle for his lust. She had been able to arouse his passions in a way she had never thought possible. Could she learn to be satisfied with just the lust of a man she loved so much she ached for him?
She recalled his hunger for her and a small flicker of hope ignited inside her. Would he really have such a deep desire for her if there was no chance of his ever feeling anything else?
She decided to try one last tactic before she gave up. “Okay. You’re right. I can’t deny I want you. So here’s what we’ll do. We’ll go on as we are now, but if either of us meets someone else... all bets are off.”
“Someone else? What do you mean? Another man?”
She arched a brow. “I don’t do women, Jefferson. Yes. Another man for me and a woman for you.”
“You’re telling me there’s a possibility you’ll be sleeping with me and another man at the same time?”
She noted the tightening of his lips and the edge to his voice. She had no intentions of sleeping with anyone else. But he didn’t need to know that. “Don’t worry. From here on out, I’ll use protection. You promise to do the same and we have a deal.” She extended her hand across the table. “Shake on it?”
He ignored her hand. “You must be mixing me up with one of your other boyfriends. I don’t sleep with more than one woman at a time, Sharde.”
“Fine.” She withdrew her hand and picked up her fork. “If you’re not interested in a serious relationship you can’t expect me to agree to restrictive clauses. I have to keep my options open.”
She smiled at him and popped a forkful of steak into her mouth. She chewed and swallowed without tasting it.
“You have to keep your options open?” He pushed his plate away. “If you think I’m going to stick around while you bed another man–”
“Why should it matter to you what I do as long as I’m careful? Sex with you is the best I’ve ever had. But if I meet a man who wants a serious relationship, but might not... have yo
ur skill as a lover, if I can convince him to share, why should that bother you?”
He slammed a fist down on the table and shot to his feet. “Are you out of your mind, Sharde? Do you really think after what I went through with Linda and Vanessa I could ever be persuaded to share you with another man?”
She lifted her chin. “Why not? I understand why you couldn’t share them.You were in love with both of them.”
“I was not in love with Vanessa.”
“Then she and I are in the same boat. We’re just the object of your lust.”
“It’s not just lust between us! How can you think it is?”
“You haven’t given me any reason to think differently, Jefferson.”
“You are out of your tiny little mind if you think for one moment I’ll share you with another man.”
Her heart raced. She shrugged, taking another mouthful of food before she looked up at him. “Then we can go back to plan A.”
“And what the hell is plan A?”
“Friendship with no sex. You only have two choices. I can live with either one you choose.”
He leaned across the table and glared at her. “I do not share my woman.”
“I’m not your woman. I’m just your current booty call.”
He recoiled. “I never treated you like any damned booty call, Sharde!”
“Oh, I don’t know, Jefferson. I’m willing to bet you never pulled either Linda or Vanessa into a shower of a shelter and took them on the toilet. I’m certain you never told either one of them their asses would look good red and branded with your palm prints.”
He raked a hand through his hair. “This is not about either of them.”
“Of course it is. They hurt you and everyone else has to pay the price for their infidelity.”
He leveled a finger at her. “You don’t have to pay the price for anything, Sharde. But hell will freeze over before I allow another woman to manipulate me!”
“Then where does this leave us?”
“I’ll tell you where it leaves us! You know those two choices you mentioned? I’ll take plan A... no sex.”
Her heart felt as if it was being ripped into little pieces. But she was determined not to reveal how much his words hurt. “Fine. I can live without having sex with you.”
