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his broad palm. “My shoe got stuck. I couldn’t move away. I had to say something to get rid of him. It wasn’t my fault that insulting him turned him on.”
    A finger slid through her folds. “Did it excite you?” The texture of his tone turned a little growly, like it did when she took a little too long teasing him into arousal.
    Marti moaned. “Baby, I’m already wet because of you.”
    “That’s not quite true, is it?” This time there was a hint of a steel edge. “Did you like Craig tweaking your nipple? Did it get you hot when he felt you up?”
    She grunted, wondering what was with the fifth degree interrogation and whether he was pissed enough to call a halt to their play. “He told you about that?”
    “The guys are gonna tell me everything.”
    Well, he’d called her bluff. If he didn’t like the results… Still, she didn’t want to piss him off any more. Not when all her girly parts were exposed and her pussy plump for the plucking. She squeezed her inner muscles. Sex-juice seeped onto his finger. A nail scraped her clit, and then his hands cupped her buttocks, not moving.
    “Yes,” she gritted out. “I liked it. But it’s not something I’d ever have let happen if you didn’t approve.”
    His fingers dug into her cheeks. “Let’s get back to the dirt bag in the Plymouth.”
    Fuck! She slumped on her arms. “I wasn’t flirting with him. He didn’t make me hot.” The bite of his hard fingers was though. She tilted her ass higher and wagged her tail.
    “Too bad,” he murmured. “Gus’ll be disappointed.”
    “That was Gus? He gave me the creeps.”
    “He’s done some undercover prostitution stings. He knows how to play the part. Said your mouth would have earned you a fortune, he wanted to stuff it so bad.”
    Marti gave a dirty little laugh. “You guys talk like that?”
    “We do this weekend,” Jackson said, his tone wry. “You liked what he said, admit it.” His finger dipped into her channel, and her muscles clamped around him. “You’re fuckin’ soaked, baby.”
    “Lord, Jackson,” she pushed back, trying to take him deeper. “You sure it’s safe here? No one will see?”
    “It’s just me here now.” He tapped her clit. “But before I can take care of you, there’s the little issue of your disobeyin’ the rules.”
    Her pussy clenched again, the moist sound it made loud enough he had to have heard. “What rules?” she murmured.
    “You were told not to talk to anyone.”
    “I didn’t say a word to those women.”
    “Those women were doin’ me a favor.”
    “You mean, they were acting like bitches on purpose?”
    “They’re workin’ girls. If I happened to tell them that I knew someone who thought she wanted to give it a try, they were only too happy to change your mind.”
    Marti glanced over her shoulder. “Are you gonna punish me?”
    Jackson’s jaw tightened. “Before I fuck you, I have to make sure you’ll be more careful the next time. I want you to remember the lesson.”
    Marti bit her lip. “Can I tell you something?”
    He sighed. “Anything. You know that.”
    “I don’t think I’d care if a hundred people walked by this alley right now, I want you that bad.”
    One corner of his firm mouth kicked up. “Mondo had you pegged.”
    “What’d Mondo say?”
    “That you needed a firm hand applied to your pretty ass.”
    Moisture spilled from inside her in a gush. “Oh fuck. Right here? Now?”
    “No better time.” His hands smoothed over her butt again, and then lifted.
    She faced away and bit her lip to still her cries, waiting in an agony of anticipation. He’d never spanked her before, not other than a light slap or two when they fucked, just to get her revved. This was different.
    The first smack when it came was harder than she expected. “Ow!”
    “What if that had been a stranger in the Plymouth?” he asked, his voice hard as Kevlar now. “You were right up at his door. Do you think you could have fought him