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“You better make it a quickie,” Chloe adds.
I wrap an arm around Paisley’s shoulders and lead her away from the ballroom.
“Where are we going?” she asks when we pass the restrooms.
“To our room.”
“Our room?”
“I didn’t want to drive after the party, so I got us a suite.”
“Suite,” she mutters before narrowing her eyes on me. “And you assumed I’d stay in this suite with you.”
“Hoped, Lace. Hoped. You can’t blame a man for hoping.”
“You’re lucky I forgave you or I’d tell you what I think of a man hoping after breaking my heart.”
My stomach clenches as guilt fills me. I never should have jumped to conclusions. And I should have at least let her explain. Why didn’t I let her explain? Because I was a chicken shit.
I open the door to our suite and draw her inside. I set her bag on the couch before stalking toward her. She holds her ground.My Lace doesn’t shy away from anyone or anything. I couldn’t admire her more.
I palm her neck. “I am more sorry for hurting you than I can ever express.” I kiss her nose. “But you can’t bring up how I hurt you every single time we have a fight or disagreement. It’s no way to move forward together.”
She sighs. “I know. I’m sorry. It’s still raw.”
“Which is why you’re getting a pass today.”
Her eyebrows raise. “I’m getting a pass today? What about tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow I’ll spank your ass.”
Her eyes flare but she purses her lips. “What if I don’t want you spanking me?”
I massage her neck. “Don’t lie, Lace. You want my hand on your naked ass. You want me to stare at the red imprint while I pound into you from behind. Preferably while you’re bent over the sofa with your skirt around your waist.”
Her breath hitches. “What if I’m not wearing a skirt?”
“All the better if you’re naked. I can play with those pretty titties while I sink as deep inside of you as I can. I’ll make you come as many times as I want.”
“As you want?” She tries to sound sassy but she can’t fool me. She’s rubbing her thighs together to relieve the tension building there. My girl loves dirty talk.
I wind my arm around her waist and pull her near until her breasts push against my chest and she can feel how hard I am for her.
“Is there something you want, Lace?”
I begin tracing kisses along her jaw. She arches her back to give me better access to her neck and I draw a line with my tongue from her jaw down her neck to her shoulder where I nibble on her skin.
“W-w-we’re supposed to be at the party.”
I hide my grin at her stutter against her neck. “Why?”
“It’s your birthday party. You can’t miss it.”
I shrug. “I’ve missed fourteen birthday parties. What’s one more?”
She pushes me away. “You are not missing another birthday party. I won’t allow it.”
I chuckle. “You won’t allow it?”