Page 48 of Falling for Them

Her little squirm is too cute.“Maybe.”

“You can tell me,” I say.“You don’t need to be embarrassed.”

Kingston needs to be here for this.Her blush would have him groaning.I know I’m ready to.

“He talked about spanking,” she says, looking away.

Nodding, I say, “Yes, that sounds like him.Is that something you’ve done much of, before?”

“No, never.”She bites her lip.

“Do you want to?”

“I don’t know.”

From the way she’s carefully looking away, but holding tightly to my hand, I’m going to guess shedoesknow she wants to try it, but she’s afraid to say so.

It’s my goal to get her to admit she wants it.

Enthusiastic consent, Rule Number One.

“I want to touch you,” I say.

“Do you always get everything you want?”she asks, attitude in her voice.

Oh,fuck yes.Brattiness.I love it.I can see that her attitude is meant as a defense mechanism.She’s on uneven ground, and this whole proposition, this entire evening, is probably disconcerting to her.

“I don’t always get what I want, but I think I will tonight,” I say.“Let me touch you, princess.”

“You are touching me.”

I look down to where our hands join, then I slowly slide my fingers along her arm, past her elbow, and up to her shoulder.From there, I start back down, tucking my fingertip into the front of her dress.

“Tell me if this is okay with you,” I whisper.

She doesn’t say anything.I stop moving my hand.

“Hey,” I say.“Waiting on you, princess.”

Her gaze locked on mine, she says, “Yes.I want it.”

“I knew you would,” I say, smiling.Carefully, because a part of me is afraid she’ll change her mind and bolt, I run my hand down the inside my tuxedo jacket that she still wears, and inside of her gown, right over her breast.My skin doesn’t make contact with hers…yet.Instead, I allow the heat of my body to react with her heat.I can sense her heart thumping painfully close to my knuckles.She’s so alive, so vibrant.

“Do you like this, baby girl?”I ask.

“I don’t know,” she says with a little pout of disapproval.“You aren’t actually touching me.Or are you all talk?”

Her false bravado is perfect.I can see exactly what she’s doing with it—she’s trying to make herself look tougher, older.More jaded.

But I know deep down, she’s just a scared little girl.

I can help her with that.King, too.If she lets us, we’ll allow her to blossom for a night in our arms.

Instead of palming her breast, I use my other arm to pull her closer to me, which brushes my knuckles against her peaked nipple.Her soft gasp is the perfect chord.I want to make music from the sounds coming out of her mouth.

Her skin is so soft, I can’t help but touch her more.She should feel good, cared for, adored at all times.

I trail my lips along her jaw, down to her mouth.