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My nostrils flared as her scent hit me.Arousal.My little thief was aroused. And she already lost her bet.

Trailing my hands up her soft, naked skin, I slowly pushed her dress up, leaving her bare ass completely exposed to me.

“So beautiful,” I purred my palm rubbing the cheeks of her ass, and I swore I felt her muscles relax a notch.

CHAPTER15

Davina

My fingers gripped the edge of the desk and my insides quivered in anticipation. I had officially lost my mind, or the cognac from last night still swam through my bloodstream.

It was the only logical explanation for this.

“I’m going to punish you for stealing from me,” Mr. Brennan drawled in his sexy voice.

God, I was so wet. And Iached. That delightful throbbing between my thighs intensified with each heartbeat. His rough palms on my thighs felt so goddamn good on my soft skin, and I felt a trickle of arousal on my inner thigh.

So damn embarrassing.

I prayed he wouldn’t notice it.

His palms rubbed my ass and I bit my lip to ensure a moan wouldn’t escape me. Though I realized too late, my ass pushed into his touch.

“I hope you’re not fragile,” he added, his voice a notch darker than his earlier statement.

“Bring it on, old man,” I breathed. The attempt to sound defiant failed miserably because I sounded turned on even to my own ears.

His hand came down quickly and the smack of his palm against my ass echoed through the empty room.

Slap!

A light fire spread across my butt cheek and my forehead leaned against the cool surface of the mahogany desk. To my horror, a moan slipped through my lips and my insides clenched in anticipation.

In my whole life, I had never been hit. Not a spank, not a slap. Nothing.

Until now, and I became aroused unlike ever before.

My brain screamed I should fight, I should feel ashamed, but my body refused. I fucking liked this.

Slap!

Another spank to my ass and this one had more of a kick to it. My body jolted and my breathing came and went in quick bursts. His palm rubbed the sting and I pushed my hips into his palm.

“I’m thinking this is more punishment for me than you,” he grumbled. Warmth bloomed in the pit of my stomach, and I felt his one hand spread my thighs. He inhaled deeply, his finger traced my entrance and a loud moan vibrated through the room. “Well, fuck me,” he muttered.

Oh my God, I wanted to fuck him. Needed him to fuck me. I felt his fingers catch the slickness of my arousal between my thighs, then come back to my entrance and push the tip of his finger into my pussy.

“Ah… Ah… God,” I moaned, my pussy clenching greedily around his finger.

I didn’t know if I should die of embarrassment or beg him not to stop. Though I couldn’t muster the energy for either.

I glanced over my shoulders and caught him adjusting his stance. The look on his face told me he wouldn’t stop, and I didn’t want him to. I craved more. The awed and hungry look in his eyes almost had me begging him for more.

Our eyes met and whatever he saw in my gaze had him land another smack on my ass. Then another. My whole body shifted forward and I pressed my cheek against the cool wooden desk as I stared at the Picasso painting.

I couldn’t understand why I was enjoying this. I had never been so aroused. This was degrading.

Wasn’t it? Then why did it feel so damn good?