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  Longing tore through her as she felt his touch and drew in the clear scent of his arousal. The punishment spanking had turned into foreplay. “You took care of me then. You always take care of whatever need I have.”

  “I always will, sweetheart.” He tried to look stern, but failed. “How about I paint this pretty ass a bit red? Just a bit.”

  The thing she’d learned about her husband was that while he didn’t like punishing her, he liked having her over his knee at times. He liked the sight of her bare butt all vulnerable and waiting for his attention. And he got aroused at the hint of red on her bottom. Maybe that was odd, but she didn’t really mind. Especially because he later did some very, very nice things to her.

  “Maybe pink,” she suggested, smiling before lowering her head to the mattress.

  “Hot pink,” he offered a compromise. His cock pressed against her again, enthusiastic for something else.

  “I’m not even going to list all the reasons this is necessary.” Then he surprised her by picking up the brush. As she sucked in a breath, he sent down two sizzling swats.

  “Aaaahhhhhh,” she moaned, gripping the quilt in front of her with both hands in preparation for more.

  He tossed the brush away and bent over to kiss her stinging bottom. “Hot pink, very nice.”

  She didn’t move, confused. “That’s it?”

  “You want more?” he asked on a chuckle.

  Since he wasn’t holding her in place, she wriggled off his lap. She reached back to rub at the already disappearing sting. “So, we’re good now?”

  His eyes held such need, such intense desire that her heart raced. She glanced lower, at where his jeans were pushed out in front. “Want to…?”

  “Oh, yes, ma’am, I do,” he said with heat in his voice, but shook his head. “You know how I feel about making love right after spanking you.”

  She blinked at him. “But that wasn’t a real spanking.” Disappointment spread through her.

  “I’m considering it one. Unless you are begging me for more.”

  “No, I’m good.”

  He stood but continued looking at her with such yearning.

  Feeling daring and confident, Brandi reached for his belt to undo his buckle. He didn’t stop her. “How about I make you feel a whole lot better for now?”

  “You don’t need to….” Again, he didn’t move as she unzipped his jeans and then shoved them and his undershorts down to mid-thigh.

  She went to her knees in front of him, wincing at the fleeting pain in her bottom. She reached for the long length of him. Holding the pulsing, hot shaft in her hands, she smiled up at him. “It’s a shame this sweet thing can’t do what he wants to do…what I really want it to do. You’re sure?” She gave him another chance.

  “As much as I want to ram deep inside you, sweetheart, I can’t.” His eyes were filled with regret and determination.

  “Fine. Later.” She leaned forward to lick the head, to swirl her tongue around it.

  He jerked and sucked in a breath. “Damn! That feels good.”

  Pleased, she licked up and down the side of his shaft like it was an ice cream cone. He had stiffened.

  “Better breathe, cowboy.” She cupped his balls with one hand and stroked his cock with the other.

  “You’re killing me,” he groaned.

  She put her mouth over him, suckled him as he rocked back and forth, trembling with need.

  He shoved his hands into her hair and held her to him. He’d been in control, but she was now. It was a heady feeling and she loved it.

  She worked him at her own pace, tortured him. Until he’d had all he could take and gritted out, “Inside you. I need to be inside you.”

  She released him, grinning. “Changed your mind, huh?”

  “Now. Right damn now.”

  Without hesitation, she stepped around him to bend over the bed. He was behind her in a flash, nudging her legs apart. Then he drove into her already wet and ready body. Two thrusts and he shot his release deep into her. With the last thrust she, too, exploded.

  He sank onto her back with a relieved shudder. “Sorry, sweetheart. I couldn’t help myself. I missed you too much.”

  Brandi laid beneath him, his half-limp cock still inside her. “I’m okay with it. I’m yours, cowboy, to spank when necessary.” She pushed her bottom against him, squeezed her inner muscles around him. “To love any darn minute of the day or night.”

  Colby chuckled and moved against her as well. “Give me a few more minutes and I’ll love you again. Properly. To hell with waiting until tonight. That is, if you’re willing.”

  She squeezed him again, telling him just how willing she was without words. Evidently his talk with Thad could wait. She was fine with that.

  Chapter Six

  Naughty in Vegas

  Brandi’s nose was all but glued to the window of the cab. Excitement thrummed through her. It always did when she came to Las Vegas and this time was no different. Even at two o’clock in the morning the strip was alive with people and heavy with traffic. So different from back home in Hinkley, Kansas.

  All too soon for her, they pulled up in front of the Stratosphere near the far end of the strip. Colby climbed out and reached in to help her, but she was already shoving open the other backseat door. She left him to pay the driver and gather their bags. From the constantly opening door leading to the casino and check-in, the sounds of slot machines being worked and loud bells going off to announce some big win lured her inside. She wanted to play. Now. She’d been looking forward to this trip ever since he had mentioned it. This was his special gift to her for surviving the October fifteenth deadline, ending tax season for the year. She didn’t want to waste a minute of her time here.

  She stopped just inside the doorway and looked around with all the delight of a small child at Christmas time. She had trouble containing her excitement. The flashing lights over the winning slot machines tempted her. Across the room were the roulette wheel tables with crowds gathered around them laughing and talking and urging the current player on. Nearby were the craps tables. Maybe this time she’d study the game a little more.

  “Sweetheart, we need to check in,” Colby said, walking up next to her and pulling two pieces of rolling luggage. He forced her to take her bag. “Come on. I’m tired and ready to drop.”

  Disappointment dampened down her excitement. “But….”

  That don’t-push-me-on-this look crept over his face. He did look tired, now that she paid attention. He’d worked hard the last few days to make sure things back at the ranch would go smooth without him. She needed to calm down.

  She mustered up a smile and nodded to where she’d spotted the front desk. “Sorry, I got distracted for a minute. You know, the bright lights and all. The slots.”

  He gave her a tolerant look and led the way toward the roped-off area with lines of people waiting to check in from other red-eye flights. When they got closer, he said, “Tomorrow will be soon enough to check it all out.”

  This was the tomorrow he meant but had forgotten for the moment. It was hard, but she could be patient a while longer. She took the handle of his bag. “I’ll stay here with these and you go check us in, okay?”

  “You’re not going to abandon the bags and disappear into the casino, are you?” Amusement danced in his tired eyes.

  “I’ll be good. Promise.”

  His gaze turned serious. “For the whole weekend. We already talked about this. Right?”

  There was good and then there was pretty good, in her opinion. He wouldn’t understand the difference. She’d promised not to do anything stupid, like forcing them to take out a second mortgage or anything. That was good. Pretty good meant she would edge right up to the spending limit he’d given her. Maybe go a tad over because his idea of a spending limit and hers were a ways apart. Besides, she had money of her own from an inheritance.

  When she hadn’t answered him, he tipped up her chin so she looked straight at him. “R
ight? You’re going to behave this weekend, not make me regret this trip.”

  “Of course. I can’t believe you’re doubting me.” She had her toes crossed in her shoes since she couldn’t cross her fingers without him seeing that. She nodded toward the slowly moving line. “Go on, check us in.”

  He looked worried, but gave her a quick kiss and joined the line of people.

  She licked her lips, tasted the trace of mint he’d left behind from the gum he’d been chewing. She heard his deep rumble of a laugh and watched him tousle a toddler’s hair as the young boy hopped beside him, evading capture by his anxious-looking mother. He scooped the boy up as if he weighed nothing and handed him to his mother. She gave him a tired smile and thanked him before turning her attention back to her son. Colby was good with kids, good with most people. Someday she’d like to give him children. Not for a couple of years, though.

  They’d only been married four months and she wanted more “just them” time, selfish as that may be. This trip had been a surprise for her, what he’d referred to as a reward for her not going off the deep end before tax season ended. That was appreciated, but she saw it as a second honeymoon. Not that she hadn’t loved almost every minute of their first one in Cozumel.

  Just looking at her sexy cowboy sent little tingles of anticipation zipping through her. She loved him so much for his patience with her, for the way he could dazzle her with his lovemaking skills. She wanted to add something new to their relationship this weekend, surprise him. In her spare time, she’d done some reading and research online about another interest—maybe not the right term—of his, spanking. Although he mostly did it when she’d tested his patience and misbehaved in an unacceptable manner. But a few weeks ago after she’d missed him during his week-long trip to Dallas and got on his bad side with poor behavior, he’d started to spank her again. Yet it changed before he’d started. Morphed into what she’d learned was called spanking foreplay. The idea intrigued her, and she imagined he would enjoy it, too.

  Her husband excelled at toasting her bottom when she got in trouble with him. But there had been a few times when he hadn’t spanked her too hard. Times when she’d become turned on by the feel of his hand on her bottom. She wanted to explore that. She figured her best shot at getting him to try this was here in Las Vegas, in play town USA.

  ***

  Unable to sleep as she’d been advised to do, Brandi opened one eye. With the heavy drapes drawn across the wall of windows, the room was nearly pitch black. And quiet; except for Colby’s steady snoring. She glanced at the red numbers on the digital clock beside the bed: seven-thirty. It hadn’t been quite four hours since they’d gone to bed. She’d been glancing at the clock every hour on the hour. She just couldn’t sleep with thinking about everything she wanted to see, to do, and to experience while they were here.

  Colby had no problems with sleeping. He’d dropped off dead to the world from the second he hit the mattress.

  She eased onto her back and looked at him, wondering how he could sleep that soundly. They were in Vegas! The city of extravagant hotel casinos, outrageous shows, thousands of slot machines, and shopping. Oh so much wonderful shopping possibility! She couldn’t wait to hit the shops up and down the strip.

  Then a memory of what had happened after the last time she’d splurged when shopping flicked through her mind. He’d gone with her to the mall in Topeka, but left her to shop for clothes for their honeymoon on her own. He’d parked himself on one of the benches with other husbands waiting for their wives to return. When she’d returned to him carrying four heavily loaded bags, he’d gotten that we-talked-about-this look and marched her out of the mall. He hadn’t said a word until they were halfway home. He’d pulled to the side of the country road. Then he’d given her a lecture on wasteful spending, disagreed with her about how buying things for the honeymoon was different. He’d given her a choice: take at least half of the clothes back or get spanked for pure stubbornness. What choice had she really had? This had been about her honeymoon. She’d taken the spanking.

  Okay, she had more than enough clothes already. Maybe she’d do more window-shopping than actual buying this time.

  It wasn’t that he was a miser or a scrooge. And they weren’t poor, plus she’d made a lot more money this tax season than she’d thought she would. He might grouch a bit, but he’d let her spend a fair chunk of her extra earnings. It was just that they’d agreed to keep pretty close to a budget and save up for a cruise next year. She’d been stunned when he’d mentioned it. It was hard to imagine her cowboy taking her on a cruise, considering what a land lover he was. Still, he’d mentioned it and she planned to hold him to it. So she needed to watch her spending habits.

  He mumbled something in his sleep, something that sounded much like “Behave, sweetheart.” How often had she heard him say that? A lot. Good thing she loved him.

  He shifted and the sheet slipped lower. As always, he slept naked. She was treated to the sight of his bare chest, the spattering of hairs that v-shaped down to tease at the fold of the sheet. Her heart fluttered as it often did when she looked at him. How had she managed to get this handsome hunk to fall in love with her? There were so many other women who would have made him a better match. But this cowboy was hers. As long as she didn’t screw things up. She still worried about the high divorce rate, how different they were, how much more mature he was being ten years older than her. She wouldn’t give up without a fight, though.

  Ignoring his mandate about sleeping late, she wriggled her way next to him. He mumbled again. A protest? She took it as an invitation instead, flinging the sheet away, and then snuggling skin to skin, sliding her left leg over his legs. She bent her knee and slowly moved her leg up and down, her knee teasing against the part of him that immediately grew firm.

  Pleased with herself, she sighed and nestled closer as her hand reached over his warm body and her fingers feathered through his chest hairs.

  “Sweetheart,” she heard him moan, sounding sleepy. “What’re you up to?”

  “Nothing. You go right on sleeping.” She leaned over to kiss his chest, inhaled his scent. In truth, she wanted him awake and ready for action.

  Colby snared her hand as she began trailing it lower down his body toward intriguing territory. She had a feeling he’d awakened the second she’d turned in his direction. But he’d decided to see what she would do. They’d both been so busy. It had been too long since either of them had been in the mood to play. She’d known they needed this short getaway from their responsibilities. And she thought again about her plan to test out that foreplay thing. Later. Not now.

  She tugged her hand free with ease and resumed her exploration. She found the nest of hair around his hardening shaft and wove her fingers there for a second, stopping them just before touching his cock.

  This time his big body tightened and he became fully alert. He clamped down on her wrist to pull her hand away. “Brandi Lynn,” he croaked, “What the hell are you doing?”

  She pushed up on one elbow and smiled. “Do I need to explain?”

  “You’re up to mischief.” His eyes had darkened and his breaths came faster now. He tugged her over on top of him and his hand cupped her bottom. “Didn’t I tell you to behave?”

  “Behaving is over-rated.” She straddled her legs over his, moved until his thick rod was sandwiched between them. It pulsed, making her ache with desire.

  “My sweet brat.” He swatted her bottom, which only served to excite her even more. “If I let you have your wicked way with me, will you let me sleep a little longer?”

  She sat up, shifted back onto his thighs so she could stroke his cock, delighted that he was ready for this. “I’m going to ride you good, cowboy. Think you can handle that?”

  His big hands reached up to mold over her breasts. As he squeezed them, her nipples hardened beneath his palms. They ached, as did every other inch of her. “So good,” she purred, pressing her breasts at him in encouragement.

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nbsp; He flashed his crooked grin and his gaze held such warmth. “I’ve been neglecting you, haven’t I? God, I’m sorry, Brandi.”

  He leaned up to take one nipple into his hot mouth. He suckled for a few seconds, swirling his tongue around the hard tip, and then lightly bit it. She gasped, squeezing her eyes shut in pleasure. When he shifted to pay equal attention to her other breast, she moaned, looked at him in adoration. He was the best lover she’d ever had, would ever want.

  While he paid homage to her breasts, she stroked his long, engorged cock. The veins bulged along the side, heat radiated off the length. In reaction, moisture pooled between her legs and all she could think about was need. She lifted up and he guided himself into her body.

  As she took every delicious inch of him, so many sensations tore at her. The feeling of fullness. Wicked delight at being on top. Power from being in control. She savored it all as she rose up and slid down again until his balls slapped against her bottom.

  She looked down at his strained expression and squeezed him with her inner muscles. She held him tight but he moved just a little. Oh God! The tiniest movement had her trembling all over.

  While she tried to stay still, he massaged her breasts. They felt swollen from his touch. Her nipples ached at being so hard. He teased them, brushed his thumbs over the nubs. She wanted him to suckle them again, but he seemed content just to knead her breasts, just to flick the nipples.

  If he wouldn’t give her more, she would take her pleasure another way. “Time to start my ride, cowboy,” she gritted out, lifting up and almost off him. When he reached to pull her down, she drove him deep inside again. “Soooo good. So very, very good.” She stayed there low on his lap and circled around on the shaft impaling her.

  “Ohhhh.” His hips bucked up and he went even deeper. “Dammmmmm, sweetheart.”