“Amazing. I could eat like this every day. It’s easy to get spoiled by the food here.”
“It’s easy to get spoiled by a lot of things here,” he replies. “Especially having you naked in my arms every night.”
I shiver at the memories of Cav waking me up in the most decadent ways. Losing sleep in the middle of the night isn’t a concern when orgasms are a guarantee.
It also makes me want to heed the advice I think Banner would give.
“I’ve gotten spoiled by that too. And the orgasms. You make me greedy.”
Cav’s hazel eyes are golden-green tonight, and at my words, they take on an intense light that’s becoming familiar.
“Your ice cream is going to have to wait because I want my dessert first.” He stands and picks up both our empty plates. “Get up here. I want your legs spread so I can eat that pretty pussy.”
Blinking at how quickly Cav stole control of this moment and changed gears, I find myself standing and then coming around to his side as he clears the rest of the dishes.
When he returns from inside and the fastest dinner cleanup I’ve ever seen, I’m still not sitting on the table like he ordered.
“You must want me to remind you what I do to bad girls who don’t follow the orders I give them.” The deep, forbidding tone of Cav’s voice promises that I’m going to love what he’s planning. “Bend over the table and lift up your dress.”
Shivers ripple through me, and they have nothing to do with the breeze coming off the ocean.
My logical mind fights the order for a second too long. Cav reaches out, his hands gripping me around the waist, and pulls me where he wants me. One hand fists my hair and the other presses against the small of my back until my chest connects with the tablecloth.
“You like when I put you where I want you, don’t you, baby girl?”
“I don’t know,” I whisper, my fingers curling around the opposite edge of the table.
“Don’t lie to me or yourself,” he says, his voice low as he flips up the skirt of my dress. “It’s just going to make your punishment last longer.”
“Is it really punishment if I like it?” I have no idea where the devil inside me came from who uttered that question.
Cav turns my head to the side so I can see his face. His expression is wicked. “You’re my bad, dirty girl.” His other hand moves from the small of my back down to the bare skin of my ass. “And tonight I’m going to show you just how dirty you were made to be.”
His eyes gleam as he releases his grip on my hair and lands a strike on my left cheek. The burning sting that I’ve become well acquainted with under Cav’s hand warms my skin, and heat builds between my legs.
Three more sharp smacks come before he stops.
“Spread your legs,” he orders.
I follow his command, uncaring who could see the depraved sight of me bent over the table, Cav turning my ass red.
“Finally, my dirty girl is following orders. Almost makes me feel guilty that I’m going to do this.”
As my mind struggles to keep up with his words, a whoosh of cold air rushes toward my clit and Cav’s palm connects.
“Ahhh!” I jerk against the table, but I’m pinned in place by Cav’s hand in my hair and I can’t move any further.
When his hand comes back, I tense, but instead of delivering another strike, he cups my pussy.
“When I tell you I want your ass on the table and legs spread so I can eat this cunt, the only question you should be asking is how wide. Understand me, baby girl?”
His expression dares me to contradict him, followed by a smirk of triumph. He can feel the wetness his filthy words produce dripping onto his palm.
Dammit. How can I protest something he knows turns me into a panting mess?
Cav’s thick fingers stroke my clit, and my hips press against them, wanting more pressure. More everything. Without warning, he pulls back and delivers another slap to my clit.
This time it’s my moan echoing across the water, and I’m shameless because I don’t care who hears me.
He circles my clit with one blunt fingertip. “Now, what exactly am I going to do with you tonight? Fuck your face? Pound into your pussy so you’re still feeling me when we sit down for dinner tomorrow night?”
The daring devil inside me speaks before thinking. “Yes. All of it.”
His thumb slides back toward my ass. “And this. You’re ready for a hard cock up this tight little ass.”
Heat zings from my hard nipples to my clit, and I’m equal parts terrified and excited.
Bold, Greer. Grab every moment you can.
“Yes. To everything.”
Cav’s groan is gratifying, but I miss his fingers as soon as he moves them away.
“Wha—” The question on my lips is cut off as he pulls me off the table to a standing position, only to pick me up once again and sit my ass on it.
“Wide.”
One word. One order. That’s all it takes for my body to respond to him in ways it has never responded to another man.