Oh shit. Is he serious? I pushed back. “I don’t think so.”
“I do.” He jerked me against his body and reached for the hem of my skirt, kissing me as he pulled it up.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling it back from his face while our mouths got re-acquainted. God, I missed him. His tongue flitted between my lips, enticing me into a mutual game of capture and retreat.
He tucked my skirt around my waist, pinning it between our bodies so it wouldn’t slide down. Then he tugged my panties below my ass cheeks, smiling at me like the evil bastard my pussy knew all too well.
I wrapped my knee behind his thighs, spreading my legs and grinding against his hard cock.
His palm smacked my bare skin.
“Ow! What are you–?” Again. “Ouch, damn it!”
“Shh.” He held my stinging butt, rubbing my hot flesh while I tried to squirm free. “Don’t fight it.”
“I thought you wanted a fight.”
“Later.” Another slap sizzled on my skin, tingling across my ass to my throbbing clit. Oh, that felt nice. My nipples perked up, too.
He slid his other hand between my legs, finger-fucking me while the spanking continued. Each slap drove his fingers in further and pushed my clit against the heel of his hand. “Make me come.”
Slap! “Oh God.”
He kept up a slow, erratic pace. I never knew when his hand would hit next. Waiting nearly killed me, and I died each time his palm connected with my burning flesh. His thumb brushed my clit, sending violent shock waves rippling through my body.
“Fuck me. Please! It’s been so long.”
He laid me across the table, shoving files and reports to the floor. My hand bumped my phone and the screen lit up, revealing the picture of Scott I kept as wallpaper. “Oh God, no!”
I sat up and pushed Alex back. He stumbled and collapsed into a chair. “Ready for a fight now?” His eyes glittered, and he unzipped his pants.
“No. I can’t….” I picked up my phone and waved it in front of his face.
He laughed. “So that’s the boyfriend.” He took the phone and studied the picture. “You can do better. Even Will’s hotter than this guy.”
“Shut up.” I wrestled my panties in place and pulled my skirt down.
“And I’m badder than both.”
My ass bore the handprints to prove it.