I can’t believe how this evening is going. Daniel is hanging out with a skank, and I’m being courted, pun intended, by a judge.
Blowing out a breath, all I want to do is hang out with Daniel, but I know it’s not the right thing to do. Needing to come to terms with the fact that this relationship was over before it began, I decide to give the judge an answer to his question.
Looking in the mirror, I try to give myself a pep talk. You and Daniel can be friends and keep things platonic. It’s for Lucy after all. She’d be the one that would have to pay for us giving in to our physical attraction.
Reapplying my lipstick, I give myself a once over and decide it’s time to move on.
When I open the door, I’m greeted by a sight that makes me lose my breath. Daniel is leaning up against the wall. His thumbs are hanging on his belt loop, and he’s smiling. The minute our eyes meet, I know the trajectory of tonight has changed.
Daniel pushes himself off the wall with his foot. Moving slowly, he never takes his eyes off me. I swallow the sudden lump in my throat.
Walking backwards, my back hits the wall behind me. Daniel places each hand on the either side of me, caging me in. God, he is stalking me like prey, and I love it. I want him to devour me.
He leans his mouth to my ear, and I shiver. “Nicole, just what do you think you are doing with Judge Dickhead?”
Hmm. Is he jealous like I am?
Moving my mouth to his ear, I respond, “I could ask you the same thing about Miss Fake Boobs.”
“Vanessa means nothing to me. You, Nicole, are the one I want to be with.” He claims my mouth with his, and it’s my undoing.
“I want you too, so much,” I say against his lips.
“Tonight is just you and me, sweetheart.” He’s kissing my neck now. The feel of his lips and tongue against it makes me moan. “There are no rules, no right or wrong tonight. We will just be.”
“Yes. God yes, Daniel.” I don’t even recognize my own voice. As soon as the words come out of my mouth, our kiss turns savage.
Our hands are in each other’s hair. Daniel moves me to the other side of the hall, and his back hits the wall. Perfect. I can feel his erection against my stomach. He’s at least a foot taller than I am. He must sense my need to grind against him because he lowers himself just enough so that I can get the friction I need.
Thank god I’m wearing a loose-fitting dress, because when Daniel moves his legs wider, I nearly explode. “Yes, Daniel.”
That must be what he was waiting for. He moves his hands down my hips to my thighs. I knew it was a risk not to wear panties, but it’s paying off now.
“Jesus Christ, Nicole, you aren’t wearing anything under your dress?” Biting my bottom lip, I shake my head.
I can’t tell why, but he looks a little pissed. Taking my face in his hands, he questions me. “So you’re telling me when you teased me with that little twirl earlier, you didn’t have underwear on?”
“No,” I respond, almost breathless.
Daniel’s hand moves to my wet center. Maybe I should’ve worn panties after all.
“Nicole, anyone could’ve seen this.” I’ve never seen this intensity in his eyes before. It’s making me hotter and wetter. “Do you know what I would’ve done if another man saw what’s mine?”
His? I should be pissed at the comment, but somehow it makes me feel good. I clear my throat while trying to utter my response. All I can do is shake my head.
Kissing me on my forehead, he tells me. “I’d throw you over my shoulder and haul you out the door. After getting you home, I’d put you over my knee and turn that gorgeous ass of yours pink.”
Oh god. A spanking? I’ve never done that, but suddenly I want to know what it’s like.
“OK.”
Daniel separates us a little. “What do you mean OK?”
Straightening my body, I look him in the eye. With a lust-filled voice, I tell him what I want. “I’ve been a bad girl, Daniel. You need to take me home and give me my punishment.”