"I do love having sex after I've spanked you." James cupped one full cheek,
squeezing. "You're always so penitent and eager to please."
Leigh
snatched a pillow and turned to whap him across the head, laughing, "I'm very
rarely penitent."
"Oh, brat, don't I know it. C'mere."
Kicking
free of jeans and briefs, he drew her up the bed, where they tangled the sheets;
her hot red backside competing with the rest for attention. She hissed
softly.
"Aww, baby." James rolled them both over, setting her sore self
atop him. "Better?"
Her heat against him brought them both home.
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