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traced light swirling designs on her reddening flesh with his stinging palm and she shivered. “I want to make sure you know who I am. Tell me.”
    “Jefferson!” Caroline gasped as his hand came down twice more in quick succession. “ Jefferson , what are you doing?”
    “Saying hello in a more memorable way. Enjoying the hell out of this view. Reminding you that lying is wrong. And don’t ask me that question when you already know the answer.” He spanked her again. “Don’t tell me you don’t like it. Look at you. You’re already lifting your hips for more. This is just a kiss to you. Just the beginning of what you want. Tell me I’m wrong.”
    “Oh God.”
    Damn, she was sexy. She was doing more than sighing now and he definitely had her attention.
    He praised her response by slipping two fingers between her legs to slide through her arousal. “Damn, you’re wet, Caroline. It’s been three months but I can still taste you on my tongue. Six months since I had more, but I still remember that too. I wish we hadn’t been interrupted at the party. Scratch that—I wish I hadn’t stopped. Would you have made me? Answer me Caroline. Would you have let me take you in front of them?”
    She whimpered and tightened around his fingers. “Yes.”
    He grit his teeth. “Good to know. Next time I won’t make the mistake of stopping.”
    Exhibitionism wasn’t new to him. In La Grange, their beekeeper Glory loved nothing more than opening her windows at night and giving everyone a show with her collection of erotic toys. He had a feeling Caroline could leave Glory in the dust.
    He couldn’t wait to see how far she wanted to go.
    He lifted his hand again and resumed his punishment. The harder he spanked her, the more she writhed beneath him and the louder she moaned his name. Her cheeks were the color of plums instead of pale cream now, glowing with handprints—his handprints—and she loved it.
    So did he.
    “Are you done telling me we shouldn’t do this? Done feeding me a line about your having plans so you don’t have to stay?”
    “Yes, Jefferson.” She gasped and pushed back against him. “I’m done, I swear. Don’t stop.”
    He angled his next blow so his fingers landed between her legs and her cries took on a higher pitch, so he stuck his leg between hers to widen her stance and did it again. “I won’t stop, Caroline. This pussy needs to be spanked, doesn’t it? Beg me to spank this wet pussy until you come.”
    “Jefferson,” she groaned, her hands making fists in the sheet beside her head. “I’ve never— yes . Yes, make me come. I need it.”
    “You didn’t say please.”
    “ Please .”
    “Not yet.” His gaze was riveted to the smooth, pale lips of her sex pinking under his touch. Her arousal drenched his hand and glimmered wetly against the inside of her thighs. He could smell her perfume, her hot skin. He licked his lips, wanting another taste. It took everything he had not to take her now. Fuck her. Claim her the way he wanted to. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed her.
    Not this time. Not yet. The appetizer before the dessert.
    He leaned over her and gripped her ponytail, wrapping her hair around his fist and tugging, letting a little of his frustration bleed through.
    “Fuck,” she cried, her neck arching back from the force. “ Yes. Oh my God, Jefferson.”
    The rhythm of his spanking increased and he pressed his erection hard against the edge of the bed to ease the ache. His blood thrummed with adrenaline, every muscle tensed with the effort it was taking to hold himself back. He watched her fingers clawing at the mattress, heard the hoarse, sexy sounds she was making and the wet rhythmic slap of skin against skin, and it all seemed designed to push him over the edge.
    “You love this, don’t you?” he muttered above her, his jaw clenched with need. “Sweet, kinky Caroline in my bed. You could come right now if I let you. Do you need it that much?”
    “Yes.