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    She crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs together. He was distracting her—again—from the far more important thoughts running through her head.
    “You’re doing it again,” she said, her voice sounding throatier than she intended.
    “Doing what?” He slid closer.
    “We start talking about something important, and then you somehow manage to turn it into sex.”
    “I don’t know why you expect me to concentrate on anything else when you’re here on my couch clenching your gorgeous thighs like that.”
    Carrie blushed and tried to loosen the tension in her legs, but she only managed a twitch. Jace’s gaze was dark and hot and full of danger, just like him. What would he do if she continued to tempt him with her words? A part of her deep down inside really wanted to find out.
    “You can’t take me off the case,” she said, turning slightly to face him.
    “You’re mine.” Jace reached around her neck and grasped her hair tight in his fist. Carrie gasped, dropping back her head in response to the pleasurable pain. “And you’ll do as I command.”
    A thrill went through her body, and her thighs ached. She couldn’t believe how much she wanted him to keep dominating her like this. It felt as if she were flirting with danger, letting everything go so he could do exactly how he pleased.
    “And if I don’t?” she whispered. “What will you do then?”
    Jace’s eyes flashed with desire, and she slid her hand down his chiseled chest to feel his cock. It was so hard it strained against the seams of his pants.
    “You’ll take my punishment.”
    “Well, I’m not going to listen to you,” Carrie said barely loud enough for him to hear. “So, you’re going to have to punish me.”
    Jace stood from the couch. He grabbed her and spun her around, lifting her ass high into the air. Standing behind her, he unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down to her feet before ripping her silky thong in half. Her pussy grew wet as her breath barely escaped her throat, her heart pounding so hard it shook her chest. She’d never seen him like this before, and it made every inch of her scream with desire.
    Groaning, Jace roughly grabbed her ass before sliding his fingers between her thighs to feel her wetness. “You’re enjoying this, are you?”
    Carrie’s face felt hot and sweat dripped down her back. She’d never felt more turned on in her life, with her ass sticking up in the air and her face pressed into the slick couch. Submitting to Jace was like submitting to her deepest desires. Lack of control meant lack of thought, lack of worry, lack of doubt.
    Carrie heard Jace unzip his pants, and a moment later, the soft sound of material hitting the carpet. Her pussy ached as she lifted her ass higher in the air, yearning for him to push his cock inside her and show her how bad she was to disobey his commands.
    “Oh no you don’t,” he said with a laugh. “You haven’t had your punishment yet.”
    Carrie squirmed, panting, gripping the sleek material of the couch in her fisted hands.
    A moment later, a sharp slap rang out as pain radiated across her ass. He’d spanked her, hard, but it left her gasping for more. She lifted her ass again and gripped the couch even tighter.
    “That’s one,” Jace growled before smacking her ass again. Fire licked along her skin from where he’d made his mark. “That’s two.”
    He spanked her again, this time so hard her cheek smashed into the couch. She blinked against the pain, her thighs dripping from the intensity of her need. Jace grabbed her hips, and his cock pushed inside her. She moaned into the leather, rocking back against him. He thrusted hard and fast, picking up speed with each passing beat. She could barely control the desire ripping through her, and in only moments, she was screaming in pleasure, wave after wave of her orgasm consuming her every thought.
    Jace spanked her one last time before pulling away. Carrie gasped, stars dotting her eyes. She