Fuck.
I can’t form a sentence.
Relief, followed by lust, rolls through me, and my cock springs to attention. She’s wearing a very skimpy Catholic schoolgirl outfit. Her white shirt is unbuttoned and tied under her breasts to reveal her smooth, flat stomach. The tiny blue-and-gray-plaid skirt is so short, if she turned around, I wouldn’t be surprised to see the curve of her ass. White thigh-high tights and black Mary Janes complete the ensemble.
I might die of desire just looking at her. I want to fall to my knees and worship her.
She licks her lips, tilts her head. “Very bad.”
Somewhere in the back of my scrambled brain I comprehend she’s looking for a response. I have to fight to get my bearings, but I take a deep breath to keep from lunging and steady myself. What she needs isn’t a drooling schoolboy. I raise a brow. “Does someone need a good spanking?”
Before I react, she turns around and bends over the tool bench, flipping up the back of her skirt.
I break out in a sweat, gulping.
She’s naked. Her pussy peeks out from between her legs and perfectly round butt.
I’m not sure I can handle this. My head might explode.
She wiggles her hips a bit. “What are you going to do about it?”
The statement manages to break my trance. I hop from the stool and place an open palm on her bare lower back. “Does someone need to be taught a lesson?”
She sways invitingly. “Yes.”
I run my hands up her thighs. “Open your legs wider.”
Glancing back over her shoulder, she gives me the most carnal smile I’ve ever seen. “Make me.”
Holy mother of god, I’ve died and gone to heaven. I smack her hard on the ass. “So, we’re going to play it that way?”
She tips her ass higher in the air. “Oh yeah.”
The impulse to drive into her eats at me, but I grit my teeth and resist. I send up a silent prayer that no calls come in and slap one smooth cheek before soothing the rapidly heating flesh. She arches higher into my touch.
I kick her legs apart with my foot until she’s open and vulnerable. Fingers playing over her slick, swollen flesh, I ask, “Has someone been having impure thoughts?”
“Yes, I have.” She moans.
I tease over her clit, barely skimming the surface. She arches to deepen the contact.
I don’t deliver. “And what would those be, little girl?”
Shaking her head, she pushes her hips back.
It’s an effort, but I stop. Wait.
Her head whips around and her big brown eyes narrow in a hard glare.
I want to grin, but instead fix a stern expression on my face, haul back and smack her ass hard enough she jerks in pain. I’d be worried about hurting her, but this last six weeks has taught me my little Abby likes it with a bit of a bite. “Tell me.”
“My neighbor,” she says, her voice a breathy tone that drives me wild. “He’s driving me to distraction.”
“And?” I can’t let her get off that easy.
Another scowl, she thrusts back. Testing.
I raise one brow.