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“Our lives are filled with risk, Marc. We live in dangerous times. I’m a pilot. It’s my job to help people.”
“So, you’re going to risk your life again?”
“You will too!”
“With my team. You listen to your team, and they have your back. You didn’t listen to me. Maybe I need to help you learn that lesson.” I picked her up.
“Marc.” She wriggled against me.
I sank onto our little nest of a bed on the floor. I settled her face down over my lap. I knew she’d feel the hard outline of my cock digging into her belly. She squirmed.
“Marc Jackson, I’m an adult, not a child. I?—”
“Need to stay safe.” I yanked her trousers down.
She gasped, and I hissed out a breath. She wasn’t wearing any panties. All I could see was the smooth, creamy skin of her ass.
“Marc.” Her voice was hot and pissed. “I’m going to?—”
I smacked her, my palm cracking against one cheek. She jolted, then she moaned. I smacked the other cheek. Her hand grabbed my leg, her fingers digging in.
I spanked her again and again, her skin turning pink. Her moans turned breathy, and she shifted that soft tempting ass under my palm.
“I’m not sure it’s a punishment when you like it so much.” My voice was low and husky.
Her gaze flicked up at me.Fuck. The look on her face. Her eyes were glazed with need.
“Marc,” a needy whisper.
“God, Colbie.” I let my palms squeeze her buttocks. Desire sank its claws into me.
I’d wanted plenty of women before and had a lot of sex. It had always been fun, pleasurable, something I enjoyed. Then I usually forgot about it.
This…
This was something else.
“Please,” she murmured.
I heard it in her voice, saw it in her face. She needed this. Needed to release her fear and stress of the last day.
My hand slid between her thighs. The sound she made—sweet and sexy and husky—drilled into my gut.
She was soaked.
I stroked, loving it as she writhed for me. I sank a finger inside her slick warmth. Her hips jerked.
“Ride my hand, Colbie.”
“God, yes.” Her head flew back.
I groaned. “Fuck, you feel good.” I stroked her clit. “Make those little sounds for me.”
She did, then moaned my name.
That right there. I loved hearing her say my name like that.
I kept working her, sliding a second finger inside her. As I’d known, she wasn’t still or shy or quiet. No, Colbie let me know with every move, every twitch, every sound, how much she liked what I was doing to her.
