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handsome face as he moved to stand beside the bed. Slowly, he shucked his shirt and his pants, quickly looming before me naked. Oh, my. I took in his broad shoulders, the solid chest, the sprinkling of dark hair smackdab in the middle of his chest that narrowed to his navel, then into a straight, thin line that went directly south to his—
    “Like what you see, sweetness?”
    I liked what I saw very much. He was just too far away. I wanted to touch all that tanned skin, to run my palms over those ridged and grooved muscles. I wanted to wrap my hand around him again and feel him pulse against my fingers. Most of all, I wanted him deep inside me. I just wondered how he was going to fit.
    “I can see you thinking from here,” he said, putting his hands on his hips. This only thrust his member out toward me a little more. “Clearly, I didn’t do a good enough job eating that perfect pussy.”
    He put a knee on the bed and grabbed my ankle, pulled me slowly across the bed toward him. My eyes widened at the predatory gleam in his eye.
    “Jack, I think—”
    “See? Thinking.” Instead of parting my legs and working that massively large piece of flesh into me, he flipped me onto my belly, hooked an arm around my waist and pulled me up onto my knees. I only had enough time to look over my shoulder when his hand came down on my bottom with a loud crack.
    “Jack!” I cried, this time in a completely different tone. “You hit me!”
    He did it again, the sound reverberating through the room. “I spanked you, and you needed it.”
    “I did not,” I sputtered, but he did it again and again until I slumped and let him hold me up.
    With one last stinging strike, he said, “There. Now you aren’t thinking.”
    As he released his hold, I spun away from him and tugged my chemise down over my thighs as far as it would go as I knelt before him, my bottom hot and tender.
    He tilted his chin in my direction. “Take that off.”
    I glanced down at my last remaining covering—the stockings were not what I considered helpful to my modesty—and noticed that my breasts were clearly defined through the thin fabric and I could see the hard points of my nipples jutting out. Releasing the grip on the hem, I crossed my arms over my chest.
    When I saw Jack’s eyes darken, then one brow rise, I realized I’d only accented my bosom instead of hiding it. “I had my head between your legs just a minute ago, sweetness. What’s got you all riled now?”
    “You spanked me,” I replied, feeling justified in my anger. I couldn’t help that my body ached for this man. There was principle at stake.
    “Yes, and like I said, you needed it. At the way you’re behaving, you’re going to need to be tossed over my knee often enough. I guess I went too light on you just now.”
    My mouth fell open. “You will not do that again!” I said, trying to look as indignant as I sounded. It wasn’t working very well having a conversation with a naked man.
    He reached for me and I darted back away from his hold. I caught a flash of his grin before I was lifted and settled over one strong thigh, his hard member pressing into my belly. I started to wiggle and he hooked his other leg over both of mine.
    Shifting, he settled me so my upper body was across the bed by his side.
    “You’ll be face down, hands on the floor when I spank you, but this time, since we don’t need the entire hotel to know what’s not their business, you can muffle your sounds in the blanket.” He pushed up my thin chemise and stroked his palm over my bottom.
    He didn’t wait for me to reply, to question him or even flinch. This wasn’t a quick swat or two. This was a consistent, steady spanking, his hand falling all over my bottom and the tops of my thighs. It wasn’t overly hard, but the feel of hot tingles spread across my skin.
    I did muffle my sounds in the blanket, just as he’d said. I was furious with him having been placed as I was, being treated as I was, but the