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Meghan got to the bedroom doorway a few seconds behind Dean. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“You said you weren’t sure. I’m gonna help you get sure. Come in here.” He picked up her electronic tablet and set it on the dresser. That freed up the entire queen-sized bed.
Dean pulled his shirt over his head, and she sucked in a breath. His body was incredible. It was like he’d been photo-shopped.
“Okay, now I’m sure. It’s too soon for me.”
He cocked a brow. “I’m a disappointment?” he asked, walking to her.
“Yeah, sure. You must get that all the time. Who wants perfection, after all?”
He tipped her face up and kissed her so incredibly deeply and forcefully that it staggered her. She bumped into the dresser, unable to keep her balance. His hands grabbed her hips and pulled her back to him.
His muscles were so hard. Every part of him was.
She slid her arms around his neck, pressing against him. The feel of him intoxicated her. The kiss went on and on until she felt hot and extremely turned on. He was amazing.
Then he unzipped her skirt and pushed it down. She froze as it drifted to the floor. He pulled back and sat on the bed, which was right behind him. Things were so close in her little house.
“Take everything off.”
She sucked in a breath. Wow. He wasn’t playing around. On the other hand, she really liked that about him. What should she do? Send him home? Or let him stay? She should send him home, but she wanted to let him stay.
“We could get comfortable,” she said softly. “I’d feel more comfortable if we turned off all these bright lights and got in bed.”
“Why turn off the lights?”
“For reasons that someone with your body would never understand,” she murmured.
He stood, unzipped his pants and pulled her hand to his erection. Lord, he was very hard and appealing all over.
“This is how I feel about your body,” he said. “Take off your clothes.”
Anxiety and desire warred within her. “Couldn’t I just—?”
“No, gorgeous, that’s not how things work with me.”
She gazed into his eyes, her fingers closing around him.
“Tease me at your own risk,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.
“I want you to stay, but I’ll only be able to relax and enjoy things if you let me do things my way.”
“I doubt that.”
She tightened her grasp and stroked up and down slowly. He tipped his head back, closing his eyes. She would convince him. He’d get worked up and agree to her terms.
“Know what happens to girls who don’t do what they’re told?”
“What?”
“They get spanked.”
Her hand froze. She swallowed, her heart pounding, and she licked her lips. He had not said that like he was joking. “Are you serious?”
“Yes, very,” he said, opening his eyes and looking down at her.
She wanted to run; she just couldn’t decide whether she wanted to run away from him or to him. A little of both she guessed.
“Have you done that to anymore in the past?” she asked, still stunned that he’d threatened to spank her. On their first date. He acted like it was completely normal behavior. Maybe for him it was. Did other women just…let him? She couldn’t help wondering what that would be like. Not that she planned to agree to it or anything. How could she? It wasn’t appropriate for someone like her to allow that to happen.
“Yes,” he said.
It took her a second to remember what she’d asked. Oh, right, he was answering the question about whether he’d spanked a woman in the past.
“And what happened?” she whispered.
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