Secret Indiscretions (Carson Cove Scandals 2)

“But?” Taylor raised an eyebrow.

“They have some really good tequila here—if you ask, they’ll make your margarita with it.” Melanie grinned. “It’s a little more expensive…”

“It’s fine.” I nodded. “Order what you want.”

I have a feeling she’s going to feel quite adventurous when we get back to Alcott Manor…

Chapter Twenty-Five

Melanie

I was past the point of safely driving home—buzzed but not drunk enough to have trouble walking. I only stumbled in the parking lot once, and that was because my heel got caught on the pavement. Jon certainly teased me about it, but it was all in good fun. The reality was—I needed that night out as much as Taylor did—maybe that’s why she kept suggesting that we have one more margarita. She was stressing about the wedding. I was stressing about the custody hearing. We both had valid

reasons to tip a few back before the end of the night. I didn’t feel guilty about it, even if it did look like I was going to be spending some time at Jon’s house before I drove home—I might even stay the night.

“We need to go out with them more often.” I looked over at Jon once we were in the backseat of the car and on the way to Alcott Manor. “That was fun.”

“We probably need to go out more often in general.” He turned his head towards me. “We’re not sneaking around anymore…”

“That’s true.” I nodded and grinned. “We skipped the dinner-and-a-movie stage of our relationship—we jumped straight to having sex in your office.”

“People find their way to each other in different ways…” Jon shrugged.

“I’m just teasing you.” I gave him a nudge. “You don’t have to be so serious.”

“Get over here.” His serious expression faded, and he pulled me into his arms—while simultaneously hitting the button that raised the divider so the driver couldn’t see us.

Jon’s serious expression faded one second before his lips crushed mine. No matter how many times he kissed me, it never stopped taking my breath away. He kissed me—teased my skin with his fingers—and was moving a hand underneath my dress when we pulled into the driveway at Alcott Manor. My panties were already wet, and I didn’t want him to stop, but we had to in order to go into the house.

The instant we were inside, our passion was reignited. His touch was firm. He had recovered from his injuries for the most part. My mind immediately flashed back to the last time we were together when I had a bit of a buzz—the night I asked him to punish me and got way more than I bargained for. There was a hunger inside me—a hunger that wanted to experience that side of him again—even if I regretted it before it was over.

“I want you to punish me…” I slid my lips to his ear and purred. “I’ve been a very bad girl.”

“It must not have been much of a punishment if you’re asking for it again.” His words were followed by a growl.

“You saw how much it turned me on…” I slid my hand down to the front of his pants and rubbed his cock through the fabric.

“I seem to remember you mentioning a different kind of punishment after we were done.” He leaned back and narrowed his eyes. “If you’ve been a really bad girl, then maybe I need to give you a spanking.”

There it is—his dominant side is so fucking hot.

“If that’s what you think I deserve.” I tried to suppress my grin.

Jon pulled me close—he kissed me with a little more force—and a lot more intensity. His hands slid down my back while he crushed my lips, and he gave me a couple of gentle smacks through my dress. They made me quiver, and my pussy started to tingle. There was a part of me that always had a mild fascination with being spanked. I didn’t want him to actually hurt me, and I knew he would never go that far, but the thought of it still turned me on. Judging by the way his cock throbbed against my body when I mentioned it, I was pretty sure it turned him on too.

“I think we should take this to the bedroom,” he exhaled sharply into my ear. “We’re going to end up there eventually regardless…”

“Yes.” I nodded and moaned.

Jon pushed me towards the stairs and continued to kiss me as we slowly took each step. I unbuttoned his shirt—left it in a tattered heap—and started unfastening his pants. He wasn’t removing my clothes. His hands just explored my body, squeezed my ass through my dress, and teased me with every step. By the time we got to the bedroom, I was fully dressed except for my shoes, and he wasn’t wearing anything but his boxers. They were halfway down his hip, and his cock was desperate to be released from the fabric that was containing it. I tried to give it the freedom it craved, but Jon pushed my hand away and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Remove your dress.” He leaned back on the palms of his hands. “Slowly—I want to savor every inch of your skin that it reveals.”

His dominant side just makes me want to melt into a puddle of lust at his feet…

“Okay.” I nodded and started to remove my dress—slowly—just like he ordered.

Jon’s eyes stayed focused on me as I took off my dress. I had never stripped for anyone before, but I did my best to emulate what I had seen in movies—without much shaking or twirling—I probably wouldn’t have done that, even if he had a pole in his bedroom. I pulled my dress up until my panties were exposed, unzipped the back, and turned my back to him as I let it fall down my shoulders. I left it there and turned back around before it slid down my breasts. The intense stare never left his face—and I saw the dark, piercing look that made my knees weak the first time I met him. That look had faded as we spent more time together, but there was something about it that connected me the early stages of our relationship—before it had roots beyond the fascination which lingered inside me.