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“Do you like it when men watch you touch yourself?” I ask. My own breathing is harsh and my blood is filled with fire. “Do you enjoy being told what to do?”

She reaches for my neck like she’s planning to strangle me, and I drop the phone to grab her and force her arms to her sides. The weight of my body pushes her down into the mattress, and I arch my hips to nestle between her legs and pin her down.

Gilli shoves against me but I’m not moving.

I shouldn't push her this way. But she’s snarling at me and struggling underneath my body. She’s short, thick, curvy in all the right ways, and the more she squirms the more my cock is hard enough to chafe.

“Get the fuck out of my room, Soren, and leave me alone.”

“Make me leave,” I say angrily. “Force me out, if you can. I don’t think you want to, Gilli. I think you’re just like me and there is a certain comfort in the hatred, the anger. Especially when you point it at yourself.”

“Getout!” she yells, twisting her body violently to shake me loose, like a horse attempting to buck its rider out of the saddle.

Damn, she’s stronger than she looks. I lose my grip on one arm and she uses the sudden leverage to squirm away, off the bed.

I’m left holding her towel in my hand.

And she’s standing there, naked as the day she was born, and what a glorious sight to behold.

I scramble up from the bed quickly and grab her by the waist.

I haul her backwards with me as I sit on the edge of the bed, flopping her across my lap. She squeals as I bring my hand down. Spanking that gorgeous ass.

She’s plastered to me, my cock pushing into her belly. And I realize that she’s stopped struggling. Her body trembles, and my pulse roars in my ears.

Something unrecognizable flashes over her face when I bring my hand down again on her bare ass cheek. Her body is now taut and rigid, as if anticipating the next swat.

“You like it, don’t you?”

I spank her again, her eyes glaze and her breath quickens. So I keep spanking her. Keep touching her. Damn, those dimples. How can a man think straight when faced with those cute as shit dimples on her butt cheeks?

I need to stop because this is wrong. Or maybe it’s wrong because it feels so fucking right.

She’s got some deal with the lower half of her body and I’ve seen it before. But now I've got her where I want her, and she’s whimpering. Crying out and panting.

“Have you been spanked before like a bad girl?”

My nerves are shot.

Gilli shakes her head, her legs clenching together. I glance down and wetness drips between her legs to soak through my pants.

“Of course you have,” I answer myself. “You’ve probably been spanked for your videos. If not a man, then you spanked yourself. You little slut.”

I spank her again, but this time I pause, gliding my hand over the swell until my fingers slip between her legs and she jerks. Christ, she’s wet. Absolutely dripping.

“I’m not a slut,” she says, her voice breathy. “And you're drunk.”

“I’m not drunk, Gilli.”

There’s nothing to blame, no excuse to make.

I’m strung too tight, barely managing to hold on, and the first sight of the glistening wetness has me losing the last bit of control.

Goddamn me for this.

I throw her off my lap and onto the bed. Before she has a chance to adjust herself, I grab her by the thighs and turn her onto her back.

She’s staring at me with her mouth slightly open, like I’ma stranger, like someone she’s never seen before. Her legs fall open.