hissed. "I meet a lot of men, that's all. I don't sleep with them all ."
He played with the handle of his coffee cup. "Of course you don't." Ace sounded so casual, so unconcerned. The tension in her body was going to make her twist herself into pieces. "But spanking never came up," he asked without asking. "Not even a playful swat on the bottom."
The truth was, her sex life with her past boyfriend had been furtive and hasty. She had to keep him away from her mother, while he was trying to keep their affair secret from his father. They'd had that in common, but it had been a recipe for disaster. And for bunny sex. She was honest with Ace when she replied in the negative.
"Interestin'." The twinkle had never left his eyes. "I don't believe you."
"About the spanking?"
"Nope, about the multiple lovers. And I don't much enjoy your lyin' again."
"But-"
"Don't dig yourself deeper, li'l girl."
She groaned and put her hands over her hot face. "Okay. I lied. Why would you care anyway?"
"I like to know how promiscuous my bed partners have been. In part, it's a safety concern, but it's also more than that. Are you a virgin, Gabby?"
"No! I'm not a virgin!" She covered her mouth with her hands and looked around. No one was pointing and staring, so she must not have spoken too loud. "I've had one boyfriend." Then she realized what he'd said. "Bed partners? You expect to have sex with me?"
He nodded. "Mmhmm. And you're wet just thinking about it, li'l girl."
She was, though she couldn't figure out how he knew it. Even the spanking part was intriguing. Spanking as part of sex sounded awfully kinky. But her one experience with spanking hadn't been pleasant by any stretch of the imagination.
"I haven't agreed to have sex with you, Ace."
"Nope. But you will."
She snorted. It was never smart to let a man think you were easy. Even she knew that.
"After I spank the crap outta you for lyin' to me again."
"But I...But you..."
"Not like before, sweetheart. That was exceptional punishment. But you do deserve a spankin'."
Maybe. Telling lies was not a good practice. And apparently, she wasn't particularly talented at it. Not where Ace was concerned at least.
"If you spank me, I won't want to have sex."
He tilted his head to one side. "If you keep squirmin' in your chair like that, I'm gonna think you want to have sex right here and now."
She stiffened up. Her body was like a live wire. She was wet at her core, those parts of her eager to have him penetrate her. Her nipples were hot and she could feel the pulse beating in her womb like a bongo.
He put his credit card back in his wallet and his hat on his head. Gabby stood as he pulled her chair back. It seemed they were going to have sex. She was going to go to bed with Ace. Her fantasy was about to come true.
Gabby realized that her panties were soaked.
* * *
The car ride back to Ace's hotel was excruciating for Gabby. She was right on the edge. If she couldn't get a handle on her libido, everything would be over before it began.
His hotel room smelled like sandalwood, as scent wafted from a reed diffuser on the suite's coffee table. It was pleasant and masculine. The room itself was tidy and well-appointed. He looked a little out of place in it, though, with the two-thirds-sized furniture and the pastel walls.
She took a few steps in and stood there, her weight shifting from one foot to the other, trembling with anticipation. Which would come first, the spanking or the sex?
Ace took her wrap and her purse and set them in a wingback chair. When his big hands went to her shoulders to rub, her tension began to ease. She sighed and a frisson moved up her spine as he moved her hair out of the way and kissed the back of her neck. It went on like that, his lips on her neck, moving to her throat, and finally to her face. His moustache was a little scratchy, which was a perfect counterpoint to his gentle lips. When she opened her mouth to let his tongue inside, he became more
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