We’re the first ones off the plane and Tony moves through the airport with long strides. I decide he wasn’t serious about spanking my p***y. It was part of his torture of getting me excited and then telling me no. Another punishment. But then he makes a sharp turn and tugs me toward a restroom. A stand-alone family restroom. Thank the lord. The second we’re inside and the door is locked, he pins me to the wall, my wrists pinioned under his meaty palm, his other hand stroking between my legs. His lips crash down with a kiss. It’s a hard, demanding kiss, the kind that leaves you breathless. The kind that I thought only happened in those movies where the characters are tearing each other’s clothes off. And yeah, that’s what I want to do. I run my hands over Tony’s hard body, exploring the