Page 80 of Almost Enough

I might have said I want to give in to him but…I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t push back just a bit.

I tilt my head, letting a grin spread across my face. The same one that’s gotten me into trouble my entire life.

“Maybe I do,” I purr. “Maybe I need a very thorough reminder, sir.”

The corner of his mouth just barely twitches, but his eyes darken to something dangerous. Something that makes my heart kick into a sprint.

He moves off me completely, and I hardly get a chance to register the loss of contact before his hands grip my waist and flip me onto my stomach. The sheets bunch beneath me as I gasp, my cheek pressed against the cool cotton, my arms still stretched above my head where he told me to keep them.

I can’t help but press my face into the pillow. It smells like him—clean soap and something muskier. Something purely Beau.

“Hands behind your back.”

I comply, crossing my wrists at the small of my back, completely at his mercy. I sense him moving behind me, his large hands grasping my hips, lifting them slightly.

“Arch your back,” he instructs, voice thick with desire. “Show me how badly you want this.”

I press my chest deeper into the mattress, curving my spine to present myself to him. The cool air washes over my exposed center, making me shiver.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, one hand sliding up my spine to tangle in my hair. “So beautiful like this.”

His other hand trails down, fingers tracing the curve of my ass before delivering a sharp smack that makes me gasp in surprise. The sting blossoms across my skin, quickly melting into pleasure that has me moaning into the pillow.

“You like that?” he asks, voice dark with promise.

“Yes, sir,” I breathe.

He delivers another smack to my other cheek, but it’s harder this time. I bite my lip to keep from crying out, my body trembling with need.

He stills. “Fuck.”

The word slips out of him, low and rough, almost like he didn’t mean to say it. And god help me, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.

His hand tightens in my hair, just enough to send a pleasurable sting straight through me.

“Look at you,” he says. “Taking everything I give you. You were made for this.”

I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I don’t even want to. Beau’s praise is enough to keep me going for a lifetime.

“I want more,” I whisper, not even meaning to say it out loud. It just slips out, needy and real.

He chuckles, but the sound isn’t kind. It’s possessive. He owns every inch of me right now and knows it.

His fingers slip between my thighs—close, so close—but he doesn’t give me what I want.

“Please,” I whimper, feeling his fingers tease along my inner thighs, never quite where I need them.

“Please what?” He traces circles on the sensitive skin, deliberately avoiding my center where I’m practically throbbing for him.

“Please touch me,” I gasp, trying to shift my hips back toward his hand.

He delivers another sharp strike to my ass, making me yelp. “That’s not how this works. Tell me exactly what you want.”

My face burns against the pillow. “I want your mouth on me.”

“Be specific,” he growls, his thumb grazing my entrance, gathering the wetness there before pulling away again. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I want your mouth on my pussy.” The words tumble out of me, breathless and desperate. “I want you to lick me until I can’t think straight. I want you to suck my clit until I’m shaking, and then I want you to keep going because I’m so close already and I haven’t even felt you properly yet and—god, Beau, please, I need you to taste me. I’ve been thinking about it since the truck, since you were fixing my car with your shirt all sweaty and your arms flexing and I was sitting there getting wet just watching you, and it’s embarrassing, but I don’t even care anymore because I want your tongue inside me. I want you to make me come on your mouth, and I want you to hold me down while you do it because I know I’m going to try to squirm away, and I don’t want to. I want you to pin me here and take what you want and⁠—”