Knowing for sure he was going to take me over his lap, I went anyway. I couldn’t imagine him adding insult to injury, but I didn’t see any choice.
When I got to his side, however, rather than finding my ass bobbing over his lap again, he reached out and drew me into him, his arms warm and his hands, while placed on my rear end, were not spanking me at all. Standing up, we remained clutched together, and Jack leaned down to kiss me. One kiss, leading to another kiss, to another one, and I thought we were going to f**k each other on the kitchen table we were so hot.
“This isn’t suppose to be happening,” I said once we came up for air.
“Oh, yes it is,” Jack disagreed with me as he usually did. “I think keeping you this close is the only thing that’s going to keep you safe,” he said.
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