He kissed Sandrine on the lips. She stirred, and her eyes fluttered open.
“I can’t believe you love me, Sandrine. What did I do to deserve this?”
“You gave me carnal cravings, listened to all my stories, led me far, far away from the path of righteousness, and now you’re going to renovate Squalton Manor.”
“I am, am I?”
“In grand fashion. Lucidora and Coraline will be so happy to have their home restored.”
“Brazen minx.”
“Oh yes. I’m insatiable now. Where were we on the wicked list...? I think you said something about taking me, facedown, from behind?”
“Christ, did I really say that?”
“You thoroughly corrupted me, Dane.”
“And I’ll keep corrupting you, over and over again. Now drape yourself over that sofa, head down, bottom up,” he growled.
Desire, swift and bright, flared in her body as she obeyed his command.
She laid her head on the sofa cushion. He slid her nightgown up, pushing it over her waist. “You deserve a spanking, young lady.”
“What for?”
“For asking me to corrupt you.”
“That doesn’t make any sense.”
“Then, you deserve a spanking for contradicting me, young lady.” He smacked her bum, and she gasped. “That will teach you,” he said sternly.
He smacked her again, playfully, the smart ofhis palm on her naked bottom bringing heat to that area and warmth and wetness between her thighs.
“I don’t think I learned my lesson.”
He smacked her a little harder. “That’s for telling me about the dream where I sprouted horns and cloven hooves and defiled you. Come to think of it, I thinkyoumight have corruptedme.”
She giggled. He smacked her again.
“Spread your legs,” he growled.
She waited, breathless and aching with need as he shed his robe. He rubbed his erection against her backside and slid it between her thighs. The friction felt so good, she wanted more.
She pushed back against him, matching his strokes.
“Please,” she begged.
“Yes?”
“I want you...”
“Is this what you want?” He rocked against her, sliding between her thighs.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, please.”