breaths – only they seized up again when he caught the hem of her short dress. It had pulled high on her thighs, but he skimmed it up higher, over her curves to nearly her waist.
Erin felt exposed and humiliated and so turned on.
She wore a tiny black thong that had to bare her reddened curves to his look. Could he see his handprint against her tender flesh?
His breath came out of his lungs in a series of shudders, and she could feel every one against her sensitised skin.
‘Damn,’ he breathed. His finger traced the stretchy fabric over her hip, following it to the middle of her spine way down low. ‘This is what you wear on a date with an escort?’
Her back arched when he started tracing the thong downward to where it disappeared between her cheeks. ‘Ah! It’s what I wear on a date with you.’
She looked over her shoulder belligerently, and the muscle in his jaw bulged. His stern hand lifted again, and the thrill of danger went through her. Her confession was met with another spank and then three more. She let out a cry that sounded too much like pleasure.
Before she knew what was happening, he’d fisted his hand around the waistband of her thong and was pulling it down. The fabric stretched and cut into her sensitive cheeks. She twisted away from the sting, only helping him in the process.
Then she was completely bare, lying across his lap and at his disposal. Erin couldn’t compose herself any longer. She jiggled, she pushed, she kicked, she hissed. She did everything she could until another swat caught her from another direction.
He’d connected with the underside of her bottom and the top of her thighs. Right across her…
She melted back down across his lap, her pussy squeezing and blasting with heat. ‘Colt!’
‘Damn it, Sunny.’ His breaths were harsh, but he spanked her again in the same manner.
His leg lifted and her thighs fell open, parting as her muscles went limp.
He touched her then, his fingers sweeping slowly through her slit. Erin groaned in delight. The car came to a stop at a traffic light, and it lit the back seat like a spotlight. He touched her again, his fingers pressing deeper, parting her and rubbing against her damp flesh.
This time, he was the one who groaned. ‘Erin.’
She was so wet. The throbbing in her bottom had settled between her legs. Her entire body was trembling. Her nipples were hard against the cups of her bra, and perspiration dotted her forehead. ‘Colt,’ she begged.
For what she didn’t know. For him to stop. For him to continue. For him to do whatever he wanted to her.
His hard finger bumped against her clit, and she bit her lip. She couldn’t help but swivel her hips towards him, wanting more. Those dangerous fingers swirled round and round.
‘So good,’ she gasped. ‘Too much.’
It had to stop. She didn’t want it to end.
She wasn’t expecting another spank. The hand that had been restraining her lifted. It came down, flat and rigid, against her bare bottom in a wicked smack that left her cheeks quivering and aching.
And her coming.
She let out a cry that even the driver on the other side of the soundproof barrier had to hear, and shook on Colton’s lap as the most outrageous orgasm consumed her. He rubbed her bottom in circles as his other hand played with her below. A finger penetrated her and another orgasm crashed into her, or maybe it was a second wave of the first.
She didn’t know. Shock blinded her. By the time she got oriented again, he’d pulled her thong back over her hips and had guided it into place. Everywhere. In jerky movements, he pulled her dress down.
The silence was daunting. Emotion hung heavily in the air. Erin looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes damp. ‘Colt?’
He dropped his head against the headrest and stared at the roof of the car. ‘Son of a…I’m going to hell. Straight to hell.’
His chest rose and fell, and his eyes squeezed shut. Erin didn’t know what to do. She’d just experienced the most acute pleasure of her life, but embarrassment cut nearly as deep.
He’d spanked her like a schoolgirl.
A very grown-up schoolgirl.
She sprang off his lap, but bumped against his crotch in the process. He bucked forward, and she moved more carefully.
He was hard.
Colton was hard – and he was unhappy about it.
Scooting away, she pulled her dress down and pressed herself into the corner of the back seat.
‘Erin.’ He still didn’t look at her. ‘I…That never should have happened.’
‘Don’t,’ she said, her voice like sandpaper. ‘Don’t you apologise.’
She knew she’d pushed him past the breaking point. He’d lost his nearly legendary cool, but he would not take this away from her. She’d wanted him to see her as a woman, and she’d finally, finally got her wish.
She just hadn’t expected it to be so shocking.
She squirmed against the soft leather cushions. The sensitivity in her bottom refused to be ignored. Her cheeks felt as if they’d swelled to twice their size, and her thighs were sticky.
She brushed her fingers across the pulse in her throat. It was still racing.
Colton reached for the comm unit. ‘Take us back to Luxxor,’ he ordered the driver.
‘Yes, sir,’ the man responded.
Erin sat forward. ‘What are you doing?’
His expression was controlled when he looked at her. ‘I assume your car is there?’
Oh, no. This wasn’t where it ended. She refused to have that secret shown to her, only to be ripped away again.
‘I want my date,’ she said fiercely.
His chin thrust out. ‘You’re going to stop this nonsense. Your engagement was broken off just a little over a month ago. You don’t need to be seeing anybody right now.’
‘So what’s not good for the goose is still OK for the gander?’ she snapped.
His eyebrows pulled together, and she jabbed a finger at him.
‘You’re a client of Luxxor’s, too. You were in their database, and a lot longer than I have been. You use their escort service.’
‘I’m not a regular customer.’
‘But you needed dates too, and you turned to them.’
‘I didn’t need dates –’ He had the brains to look chastened. ‘They told me this was different, that they were looking
