Chapter 20 #2
He looked down at her smiling face and the beautiful eyes that danced with mischief. “You think you’re so funny, don’t you?”
“Come on. You have to admit that was funny.”
“I’ll admit no such thing.” It took everything he had to maintain a scowl when a smile was trying to bust out. “Your behavior lately has been terrible. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to get me to spank you again.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Oh, yes, I would.”
A flush of heat moved from her chest to her face, and he went harder than stone at knowing the thought of being spanked turned her on. “I’m very sorry for messing with you, Mac. It’ll never happen again.”
He laughed out loud at that. “Yes, it will. You should take your punishment like a big girl.”
“No, Mac, please don’t.”
“Is this one of those cases where no means yes? Feel free to nod in the affirmative.”
The little vixen bit her lip and nodded. And in case he wasn’t already so turned on he was about to explode, she raised her hips so he could feel the heat of her arousal against his cock. Fucking hell. She was going to be the absolute death of him. But oh what a way to go.
“Turn over, naughty girl, and take your punishment.”
“I’m scared.”
Though he knew her comment was part of the role-playing game, he couldn’t bear the thought of her being afraid of him, even in jest. “You know I’d never hurt you, baby. Tell me you know that.”
“I do, I know.”
“Then turn over and take what’s coming to you.
” He smiled and winked at her as he helped her into the position he wanted her in.
God, yes, just like that, propped up on her elbows, her silk-covered, delicious ass raised for his pleasure and her golden eyes watching him warily over her shoulder. Could she be any hotter?
Mac made a slow production of raising her nightgown, letting his fingertips slide over the backs of her legs, making them quiver. He loved the way she reacted to his touch. He loved playing these games with her, and the way she teased him, even if he’d never admit that to her.
There were times, such as now, when he still couldn’t believe that this was his life—that she was his life. How had he ever gotten so lucky as to find his perfect match?
He nearly lost his shit when he saw that she was bare under the nightgown, further proof that she’d planned to have her wicked way with him. “Mmm,” he said as he peppered her ass with kisses that had her squirming and panting.
“Mac…”
“Shhh, let me have my fun.” After days of frustration, he ought to be in an all-fired rush to have her, but now that she was laid out before him, he wanted to take his time, to savor her, to drive her as crazy as she made him.
“Come on.”
He delivered a light spank to her left cheek, drawing a surprised gasp from her that nearly finished him right off.
Christ have mercy. Biting his lip to give himself something to focus on other than his needy cock, he gave the right side the same treatment.
He kept up a steady pattern, moving from left to right, rubbing each spot afterward to ramp up the effect for her.
Judging by the sounds she made, the scent of her arousal and the way her legs moved farther apart with every spank, his efforts were having the desired effect.
“Mac, please… I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll never torment you again.”
That earned her another set of spanks. “Now you’re lying to me, too? This is not good, Madeline. Not good at all.”
She made a noise that was equal parts frustration, laughter and desire.
“Tell me what you want.”
“You know what I want.”
“You have to say it.” One of his favorite things was getting her to talk dirty, which she wouldn’t do without his encouragement.
“Mac! I want you to make love to me.”
“You’ll have to be more specific.” He dragged two fingers down her backbone and into the crevice between her cheeks, where he found the abundant evidence of how much she loved their game.
She dropped her head to her forearms. “I want you to make me come.”
Mac could almost picture the bright red blush that would be flooding her cheeks and decided he wanted to see that.
“Turn over.” He helped her onto her back, and sure enough, the blush was every bit as spectacular as he’d expected.
“How do you want me to make you come?” Pressing against her clit, he said, “With my fingers or my tongue or my cock?”
“Your choice.”
“No, baby, it’s lady’s choice.”
“Your cock.”
“I didn’t hear you.”
“Mac! You did, too!”
Had he ever had more fun in his life than he did with her? No. Never. “Look me in the eye and tell me exactly what you want.”
His adorable, sweet, sexy wife looked at him and said, “I want you to fuck me. Right now.”
“Well, why didn’t you just say so?”
She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled hard enough to hurt. “Hurry up.”
Amused by her desperation, he took himself in hand and pressed against her, teasing her for as long as he could stand it.
“I’m going to remember this, Mac.”
“That’s the whole idea.”
She pressed against him, all but begging him to take her. “I’m not going to remember it in a good way. I’m going to remember it in a revenge-is-a-bitch-and-so-am-I way.”
That made him laugh—hard. How could he not laugh? She was so damned cute. “You could never be a bitch, sweet Maddie.”
“You don’t think so? Keep it up, and you’re going to see a whole other side of me.”
“I love when you need me.”
“Mac, honestly,” she said with a deep sigh. “I always need you, and I always will.”
His heart skipped a beat at the blatant honesty he saw in her expression and heard in her words. Pressing into her, he gave her what they both needed, the connection they lived for.
“Yes,” she said on a long sigh. “Like that. Just like that.”
All games were forgotten as the sublime pleasure took over. Everything faded away when he was with her like this—sick kids and holiday madness and pressure at work faded to nothingness, eclipsed entirely by his love for her.
Reaching beneath her, he cupped her ass, which was still warm from the spanking. She gasped in reaction, her inner muscles tightening as her fingers dug into the muscles of his back, all signs that she was close.
“Let me feel you, baby,” he whispered gruffly in her ear, picking up the pace to take them both to the finish line.
Ahhh, fucking finally, he thought as they both came with cries that he muffled by kissing her with deep thrusts of his tongue. God forbid they should wake the kids. He softened the kiss to light touches of his lips on hers before dropping his forehead to hers as he tried to catch his breath.
“Oh my God, Mac. Just when I think we can’t get any crazier…”
He huffed out a laugh. “It’s you. You make me that way.”
Her hands smoothed over his back, gliding through the dampness that had come from exertion. “I make you that way. Whatever you say.”
“It’s true. I’ve never been like this with anyone else.”
“I hate to think of you doing this with anyone else.”
He raised his head to look into her eyes. “I have never done anything like this with anyone but you. I’ve told you before—my whole life started the day you tried to run me over with your bike.”
She smacked his shoulder. “You’re rewriting history.”
“Best day of my life,” he said, kissing her. “But every day since then, even when you’re mean to me, has been ever better.”
“Even days when you’re cock-blocked by sick kids?”
Laughing, he said, “Even then. I love those kids and their mother with all my heart.”
“We love you, too.”
He gathered her into his arms and rolled to his side, bringing her with him. “I was kinda rough with you. You’re okay?”
“You really have to ask?”
“Yeah, I really do.”
“I’m fantastic. You may not believe it, but I get as frustrated as you do when we can’t have this time alone together.”
He tucked her head in under his chin and wrapped his leg around her hips. “Sleep right here with me. Just like this.”
“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”