“I have a stain on my pants to prove it.” I laugh under my breath.
“Sorry…” Her eyes get a little wider.
“I’m not complaining.” I shake my head. “I just want to make sure I didn’t hurt you; more than you wanted, at least.”
“Not at all.” She smiles. “It was perfect. I really liked it when you said we weren’t going to count anymore. That made it feel real…”
“I could tell you wanted more. You kept confessing, even though you were already in trouble.” I take a sip of my drink and nod. “I was afraid of going too far.”
“You didn’t.” She reaches for her glass of wine. “But there was one thing I liked even more than the spanking…”
“What’s that?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Falling asleep in your arms.” She looks down, and a light blush fills her cheeks. “That probably sounds silly.”
“No, it doesn’t.” I move closer and reach for her hand. “I liked it too.”
Our eyes meet, and I see a hunger in hers. I feel it too. Any hesitations I had about what would happen tonight evaporate in an instant. I’m entranced, like I’m watching someone for a moment, until the taste of her lips pulls me right back to reality.
The kiss is gentle at first, but then I feel her nails dig into my back. I pull her close against me, and our tongues intertwine. A soft little moan begs for more, and I ravage her mouth with my tongue; that makes her moan louder.
There is a fire in my soul that hasn’t burned in ages. My cock throbs in my pants, and all I can think about is how much I want to devour her. I push her against the couch and continue to kiss her, so long that we’re both gasping for air when our lips finally part. I barely have time to catch my breath before she kisses me again.
Goddamn. She wants it as bad as I do, and there’s no fucking way I can resist. I explore her gorgeous curves with my hands, squeeze her tits through her dress, and kiss my way to her neck.
“I’ll be anything you want me to be tonight,” she purrs into my ear. “Naughty cheerleader… Disobedient student… I’ll even call you Daddy…”
“Not that.” I exhale sharply into her ear.
“I would be a very bad girl for my daddy,” she purrs a little louder. “You can make me be good.”
And just like that, I feel the fire burn out.
“Wait…” I lean back. “Ainsley, I don’t like that. I’m kissing you—not a naughty cheerleader, not a disobedient student, and definitely not…”
I can’t even say the words. All I can see in my head is Kiana’s face, and it makes my stomach twist into a knot.
“I’m sorry.” She grimaces.
“I should get started with dinner.” I lift up and pull away.
This is just a fantasy for her. That’s all it is. I thought we were having fun last night because that was where the conversation took us. I was going with the flow. I clearly didn’t see the full picture, and that’s my own damn fault.
I’m a fucking fool.
I should’ve known better.
A girl like her? A guy like me? I was stupid to think it was anything other than a dirty little fantasy. I’ve fucked up so much shit in my life already that I should’ve known the world was getting ready to kick me in the balls again; that is my damn life.
I walk into the kitchen, open the fridge, and toss food on the counter. My heart isn’t even in it anymore. I’m trying not to get angry, but it isn’t working. I pour myself another drink, hit the button on my air purifier, and light up a cigarette.
“I didn’t mean to upset you.” Ainsley walks into the kitchen, and I can see confusion etched on her face.
“It’s fine.” I force myself to smile. “I have to get started with this soon, or we won’t have anything to eat.”
“I am pretty hungry.” She nods. “Maybe I should’ve taken you up on that offer for some junk food this morning.”
“This won’t take long.” I put out my cigarette and turn toward the counter.