Dangerous Fling (Dangerous Noise 4)

The panties.

His voice drops to something entirely demanding. "You weren't supposed to wear these."

"I know."

He takes my arms and pulls my body onto his legs. My stomach is pressed against his legs. My palms are flat on the bed. My ass—

Fuck.

Slowly, Mal rolls my dress up my thighs. Higher and higher and higher. Over my ass. All the way to my waist.

His fingers trace a line from the back of my knee, up my leg, over the curve of my ass.

His cock is pressed against my stomach. His jeans and my bunched dress are in the way, but there's no denying how hard he is.

There's certainly no denying how wet I am.

Mal lets out a soft groan as he traces the line of my panties over my hips, to the v of my thong, down the seam of my ass, over my sex. "It's not a punishment if you want it."

I swallow hard. I can't believe how much I want it.

"Tell me why I shouldn't send you home wanting."

Every molecule of my body protests. "Mal…"

"You're lucky I don't get off on punishment, baby."

"What do you get off on?"

"That need in your voice."

The zigzags he draws over the thong's fabric send wave after wave of lust to my core. God, I hate this scrap of fabric. Why did I wear it? Those fingers could be on my bare skin.

I'm never wearing panties again.

"Knowing you want me more than you've ever wanted anything." He rubs me over my panties until I'm so fucking close to the edge I can't take it. "Knowing you trust me."

"I do."

"I know." He brings his hands to my thighs, repositioning my body for something—I don't know. "You want me to spank you, baby?"

"Yes."

"Count for me, out loud."

"How many—"

"Ten."

I nod as I attempt to swallow my anticipation. It doesn't work. It seeps into every molecule of my body. My sex, my thighs, my breasts, my lips, my arms, even my fingers and toes need Mal.

He pulls his hand into the air and brings it down on my ass with a hard smack.

"One."

It only barely stings.

He does it again, a little harder.