Their Ex's Redrock Two (7 page)

Even as
he was trying to let her go, give them space … he didn’t. He brushed her hands
aside when she tried to dress herself, doing it for her … slowly.

“Hands
up,” he ordered, and when she complied he pulled her sports bra over her hands,
wrists, then upper arms where he stalled. Looking down at her raised breasts
feeling the intensity inside him at having her slightly captive, arm raised and
bound. He fucking loved it.

“Christ,
Tess,” he muttered. “Things you do to me.” Then he gathered some of the resolve
he used to own and he pulled her sports bra down to cover her breasts. Her gaze
was heated and a bit timid, wondering about this theme they fell into with his
power and her submission. To him.

Then he
knelt on one knee, holding out her exercise pants for her to step into, with
his nose straight across from his perfect pussy. He fucking liked dressing her
… pulling that spandex up her bare legs, up to her slit and over her hips.

“My
thong,” she said.

His
gaze turned up to her as he tugged her spandex to her waist. “Mine now.”

Her
light blue eyes drew a darker shade as her soft lips parted. “I keep losing my
panties to you,” she teased.

Yeah,
the ones he didn’t keep, he ripped off. He stood slowly, easing up her body.
Then he reached in his back pocket pulled out his wallet flipped it open under
her nose. A shiny platinum business credit card was on the top, which he pulled
free, turning it too her. “Buy more. Skimpy. Sexy. Lots. I’ll get your name put
on the card.”

Her
gaze lifted to him, with those blue eyes widening. “Vincent?” She shook her
head lightly. “Oh, I couldn’t.”

His
gaze narrowed and he grabbed one of her hands placing the card in her palm.
“Anything touching my pretty pussy I’m paying for.”

She
gulped as he closed her fingers over the card. “Wow,” she whispered.

He
chuckled. “Babe. Most women would be snatching that from me, while trying to
dick the amount I offered higher.” He clasped her nape. “You are not most
women.” Tess was still staring at the card as he chuckled again and murmured,
“Breathe, beautiful.”

She
sucked in a breath and he tilted her chin up. “You getting me naughty panties
to look at?”

She
nodded. “Okay.”

“Good,”
he offered. “Let’s sit.” He guided her to the chair, where he pulled her onto
his lap again. “Any bras or lingerie comes with that. I’m good.”

Her
arms wrapped around him with his card still clutched in one hand. “Thank you,
honey,” she murmured, then she dipped to kiss him. The kind of lip action that
told him she really liked him, and she really liked going out shopping for sexy
things to wear for him. It was very good.

But he
had a new mission to accomplish and he’d been indulging like he was a fucking
kid lately. So he broke the kiss, but kept his hand at her nape.

“I know
you’re late for work, beautiful. You need to call?”

She
shook her head with her hand petting his chest. “I fibbed a little about that.
My part time girl is covering.”

“Fibbed?”
he asked, showing her the amusement in his gaze.

She
nodded. “A little,” she whispered.

“Big
fibs will get you spanked.” It was so unexpected he figured, Tess gasped her
breath against him with wide eyes. “A couple little ones together will get you
over my knee. Get it?”

Her
soft lips opened and closed twice. They’d been doing it, but now he was
expecting her to admit it.

“Y-You’re
going to spank me if...” She stuttered to a halt.

He
nodded. “Yeah,” he replied, squeezed her ass for emphasis, then added. “I like
it. You got a perfect ass for it.”

Her
cheeks grew red as she squirmed in his lap. “Not too hard?” she pressed.

“Depends
on how naughty you are,” he replied firmly.

“I
don’t … well, umm … jeeze.”

“You
like bossy, beautiful. Admit it.”

She
wrapped his shoulders and hid her face in his neck, Then he felt her nodding.
So okay, she could take her time admitting it out loud. He squeezed her in an
embrace. “All this waits though. Think we should put a hold on sex.”

“What,”
she exclaimed popping out of his neck. “Vincent,” she demanded, then she waited
with alarm on her pretty features.

“Got to
say, beautiful, it’s going to be fucking hard keeping my hands off you. But
it’ll show you the man I am. And, the man I will be with you.” He wrapped his
fingers in her soft, long hair as her eyes got bright and he saw tears in them.
“Wanna give us a chance to make this last.”

She
nodded, then her lips were against his kissing softly. But they kept it soft
and short. “Okay, honey, you lead and I will follow … anywhere,” she whispered.

“Shit,
babe,” he grasped her tight again. This time he kissed her nose, then drew
back.

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