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He stroked her cheeks lightly with callused thumbs. “It’ll only be in the bedroom, Genny. You know me well enough by now to know I’d never even consider trying to control you outside of it. I know exactly what you’d do to me if I ever tried to boss you around in regard to other things.”

His warm tone, slanting grin, and gentle caresses soothed her agitated emotional state, although she still felt far from certain.

“I’ve never liked the idea of having sex like that before,” she whispered. “I never even
thought
of it. I thought women who wanted be tied up in bed—restrained and controlled—were weak . . . or sick.”

Sean shook his head slowly. “It’s not sick to understand your sexual nature—to do what turns you on—as long as you’re consenting, and no one is getting hurt.” His hands dropped to her shoulders. He rubbed her muscles in his palms. His low, cadent drawl relaxed her as much as his stroking hands and the heat of the fire. “You know I’d never hurt you. Just the thought of it makes me sick, and I’m not saying that in a figurative sense, either.”

She gave him a wry look, and he smiled.

“It’s true. But does it make me hornier than hell to think about restraining you so that you can’t escape from the pleasure I give you, even for a brief reprieve?
Hell
, yeah.”

He lowered his hands to her hips and shifted her completely on top of him. Genevieve’s eyes widened when she felt his cock pressing against her belly. His heat penetrated her thin nightgown. She squirmed a little at the erotic sensation—or had her excitement stemmed from Sean’s words?—and liquid heat surged from her core to wet her sex even more.

She had to face her insecurities full on when Sean’s hands shifted to her hips, holding her immobile against his growing erection, and her clit twanged with arousal.

“See, girl?” he asked softly. “It turns you on.”

She closed her eyes. Heat rose in her cheeks.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s beautiful, the way you respond to me,” he murmured thickly. She whimpered when his hands lowered to her ass. He palmed the cheeks and began to move her body in erotic little circles against his straining cock. “As a matter of fact, I’ve never experienced anything like you. It’s like you were made for me, girl. That’s why I would never have given up my memories of that night, despite the fact that I regretted it so much.”

“But I’ve never felt this way with another man.”

“That’s fine and dandy with me,” Sean said in no uncertain terms.

She opened her eyes. “But wouldn’t I have known about it before? Wouldn’t I have always wanted it that way in bed? Wouldn’t there have been some kind of warning, some indication?”

He shook his head and laughed. “You make it sound like a disease or something. So what if you never had great sex until you were thirty years old? So what if you hadn’t realized you like to submit in bed? Maybe you just never met the right guy.”

He ran his hands up and down her ass, hips, and thighs, distracting her from the conversation at hand. Genevieve just stared at him for a moment with her mouth hanging open. His cock throbbed against her belly. She blinked when his smile widened.

“And I suppose you’re the right guy,” she said, both amused and irritated by his cocky, extremely sexy grin. How fair was it that he held so much power over her? “A man who likes to put cuffs on a woman and keeps a drawer full of sex toys.”

“No other woman matters but you.”

She gave him a disparaging glance, despite his earnest tone. He chuckled.

“It’s the gawd’s truth, girl. Do you want me to show you what I mean?” He cupped her bottom in both palms, the action striking her as lascivious and very exciting at once. He used his hold on her ass to rub their bodies together. Genevieve’s cheeks grew even warmer.

“You’ve got an ass that could make a grown man cry,” he muttered under his breath.

Her gaze raked across his face. “I don’t see any tears. I wonder what that means?”

He laughed. Genevieve jumped when he popped one ass cheek with his palm before he continued massaging both buttocks with increasing greed. Her bottom tingled where he’d spanked it. A spurt of warm liquid seeped out of her slit when she heard the crack of flesh against flesh.

God . . . he was right. She really had been hardwired to like the kinky stuff. Or maybe it was more accurate to say she’d been hardwired to respond to Sean?

Either way, she ended up in the same place, Genevieve realized as she looked into Sean’s gleaming, mischievous blue eyes. Better just to accept the inevitable . . . for now. Sean’s potent sexuality made it difficult to worry about the right or wrong of her desires, and his tender playfulness made her anxieties shrink to almost nothing.

“So?” he asked huskily.

“So,
what
?”

“What about it? Would you let me make my point? About your nature? About how beautiful, and responsive you are? Come on, Genny. Just you and me,” he coaxed gruffly.

She glanced out the window, feigning boredom despite the increase of her heart rate. “Well . . . seeing as I don’t have anything else to do, with the snowstorm going on and all.”

Sean chuckled before he rolled her onto her back and came down over her. “Hail to Mother Nature.”

He covered her mouth with his.

Genevieve kissed him back hungrily, sliding her tongue next to his, teasing him just as heartlessly as he teased her, probing the depths of his mouth just as boldly. She was all too eager to forget her anxieties for a while, and nothing could make her do that as well as Sean’s lovemaking. They both were breathless by the time Sean lifted his head.

“There’s only one kind of woman who kisses like that,” Sean murmured.

“The sexy kind?”

His mouth pressed into a hard line, but his eyes sparkled. “The kind that’s so sexy her man has to cool her down a little bit, or pretty soon she’ll be bringing down the place in flames.”

Her eyebrows went up.

“Sorry. Bad joke, all things considered.” He surprised her by leaping up from the blanket suddenly. He stood over her. “Take off your nightgown.”

She sat up and whisked the light fabric over her head. She was naked beneath it except for a tiny scrap of panties. Sean nodded once at the patch of silk and she pulled them down her thighs. She slowly sunk back to a reclining position on the comforter.

He just stared at her naked body for several seconds before his hand sunk beneath the waistband of his pajama bottoms. He fisted his cock and shoved the fabric beneath his balls. It was an awesome sight to watch from below as he slowly stroked his long, thick erection. She took pride in his fixed, hungry expression as he looked at her body. It gratified her beyond measure to know that
she
had made his cock so swollen and stiff.

She hardly thought about what she was doing. Her hands rose and cradled her breasts. She massaged them slowly as she watched Sean stroke his penis. A warm torpor weighted her muscles. Her genitals began to ache deliciously. She held up her breasts from below, as though offering the tightening, pink centers to Sean.

He paused in jacking his cock and moaned. “You tempt me something awful. It’s going to be so hard to go slow.”

“Then let’s go fast,” she replied, her gaze glued to his big hand fisting his big cock.

“Uh-uh. I’m savoring you, girl. Every chance I get.”

She lightly pinched her nipples, tempting him. Her vagina flexed inward when she saw the flash of fire in his eyes. He groaned roughly and reached for her elbows, helping her to stand.

“You’re not playing fair. I can see I
am
going to have to cool down that hot little body.”

“Sean, what are you doing?” she asked in confusion when he took her hand and led her over to the glass patio doors that led to a small six-by-ten-foot terrace. Wind whipped across the frozen pane, swirling snowflakes chaotically through the air.

“Stay right here a second,” he ordered before he headed for the hallway. Genevieve’s eyes went wide in anxiety when he returned to the living room a few seconds later carrying a whippy crop with a two-by-two-inch leather slapper at the end.

“It’s okay, Genny,” he soothed when he saw her face. “I told you I’d never really hurt you. I’m just going to use it to enliven your flesh some . . . make your bottom glow just as bright as your cheeks are right now.”

She looked up at him when she heard his teasing tone. Heat flooded her face again, but this time in arousal more than embarrassment. He stroked her cheek with a long finger.

“The first thing you need to understand is that seeing your trust firsthand is what turns me on, girl. I want to see you lose yourself in pleasure. I want to see you trust me enough to let go,” he rumbled.

Genevieve bit her lower lip even as her gaze dropped to the awesome sight of Sean’s cock. He’d left the drawstring below the thick shaft. It was a jaw-dropping sight to see it poking out from his body at a downward angle. She might be feeling uncertain about the crop, but seeing him standing there holding it in his big, capable-looking hand while his cock jutted out from his body, and the feeling of him stroking her cheek with so much gentleness . . . all of it went a long way to silence her anxieties.

His hand left her cheek. He touched the glass pane.

“Cold,” he murmured, even though his eyes on her were blazing hot. “Do you trust me, Genny?”

“Yes,” she whispered after a moment.

He stroked her hip from waist to thigh softly. “Good. It’s not a gift I take lightly. Now . . . I want you to press your body up against the window.”

CHAPTER
SEVENTEEN

W
hat?” Genevieve asked loudly. She hadn’t been expecting Sean to say something so crazy. “It’ll be freezing, Sean!” He grinned and ran his hand over her belly. Genevieve shifted her hips in growing arousal. She couldn’t imagine why. How could pressing her body against a frozen windowpane be arousing?

Because Sean told you to do it,
her brain answered automatically.

“I know it’s cold, but your body is so hot right now,” he coaxed with his soft drawl. “I told you I needed to cool you down a little.”

“Sean . . .”

“Only do it if you want to, Genny. Always. But I should probably warn you if you decide to, I’m gonna have to use this on your bottom while you do it.” He held up the leather slapper. “For purely practical purposes, of course. Gotta keep one side of you nice and toasty while the other side is so cold.”

Her eyes went wide. She hadn’t expected him to say that, either. So why had her clit twanged with excitement, as though it’d known precisely what Sean was going to say in that low, sexy drawl.

“Gen?” he queried gently.

She swallowed thickly and nodded. Even though his proposal had struck her as a bit ridiculous, it had fired her flesh, as well. Still . . . she hesitated when she stood before the glass pane. It was going to be like pressing her body against a block of ice. The tips of her breasts stiffened at the mere thought. Sean stroked her back and then ran his hand lightly over her ass.

“Go on, girl. Press your pretty nipples up against it,” he murmured. “You don’t have to put your belly or thighs next to it. Lean into the glass. And don’t put your forehead next to it. It’ll probably give you a headache.”

Genny stepped forward. She let out a loud gasp when she put her weight slightly forward and her chest and shoulders came into contact with the icy glass. A shock went through her and she trembled. She resisted a powerful urge to leap away. Her nipples drew into tight, sensitive darts against the cold, hard surface.

“Shhh,” Sean murmured as he stepped closer behind her. She felt his hands on her wrists.

“Sean?” she asked shakily when he raised her arms until they were up over her head. He placed her palms next to the windowpane.

“Stay like that, girl. Don’t lower your arms,” he murmured, his warm breath near her ear causing her to shiver more. He put his hands on her hips and urged her to take a step back. When he’d finished positioning her, she stood with her shoulders, breasts, and hands pressed against the frigid glass. Her escalated breathing caused a patch of vapor to form an inch from her lips. Her hips and legs were farther back from her upper body, making her rear end stick out. She could see her reflection in the glass, and also Sean, standing behind her.

He caressed her bottom and moved to the side of her, his hand still on her ass. She groaned softly when she saw the reflection of his penis. Her gaze fixed on the sight of his other hand holding the crop. He tapped the end gently against his pant leg as he spoke.

“I think I’ll spank you first. Just a little. Have you ever been spanked before?” he murmured as he spread his hand over her ass, the crack in the middle of his palm. He made a circling motion with his hand, massaging her flesh in such a way that she couldn’t concentrate. Her nipples pinched tight against the glass, the sensation arousing her. But it just felt damn cold on the rest of her skin.

“No,” she said, her voice sounding muffled as close as she was to the window. “And I’d appreciate it if you just got it over with. This glass is freezing.”

“Sure thing, girl,” he murmured. Her heart forgot its purpose for a second when she saw him draw back his hand.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, the syllable popping out of her mouth in surprise. Her eyes went wide at the reflection in the glass. His cock had lurched up into the air at the same moment he’d cracked her bottom. She wiggled her hips, feeling a little dazed and desperate by the incredible surge of heat at her core. He slid his hand through the strap on the slapper, allowing it to dangle in the air as he stilled her wriggling ass. He grabbed a buttock and stretched the already taut skin even tighter.

“Hold still,” he ordered, before he slapped the captive flesh several times. After he’d made one buttock prickle and burn, he turned his attentions to the other. He wasn’t harsh, Genevieve realized. His spanks were designed to sensitize and fire her nerves more than anything.