She nodded vigorously. God, she hoped her breath wasn’t the only thing going nice and deep.

The sound his zipper made as he lowered it was music to her ears. And when his hands slid under the hem of her dress, pushing it up over her hips, she whimpered.

Her fingers bit into the rough surface of the wall as she tilted her hips in invitation, offering herself to him.

He growled his approval and traced one finger over her underwear, dipping it into the seam between her cheeks. On instinct, she pressed her hips back against his touch. Wanting.

“You’re my bad girl tonight,” he rasped possessively.

“Yes,” she hissed when she felt him fist his erection at the root and guide it along the same path his finger had just taken.

“You want my touch everywhere.” To emphasize his point, he thrust the crown of his cock against her, the thin cotton barrier preventing him from penetrating her.

She didn’t trust her voice to answer. To tell him how much she wanted him to take her and make her his plaything. So she nodded instead, trembling with anticipation.

He dragged her underwear down to mid-thigh. Adrenaline dumped into her bloodstream, mixing with the wild need she felt for him. Even here in the narrow walkway between buildings where they could easily be discovered, she trusted him implicitly to take care of her, to keep her safe, to take her the way she needed to be taken.

His breath was hot against her neck, his body hard and ready at her back.

She felt the current of air a split second before his palm connected with her ass in a stinging slap. The sound of it echoing off the wall of the building.

“That’s for teasing me in public,” he growled in her ear as he held the hem of her dress at her back. There was a low rumble of triumph in his chest, and she could picture him fisting his cock with one big hand as he watched her skin turn pink.

Remi tried to squeeze her thighs together to relieve some of the pressure that had built to astronomical heights. But he didn’t allow it.

“No, baby. You don’t get to feel better yet,” he said. She could hear the rhythmic stroking of his palm wrapped around his arousal.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

He groaned again.

The next slap caught her by surprise, and she yelped. It was even harder, and the sting of it drove her crazy. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she could push Brick this far. That he’d have to drag her outside to discipline her while being so turned on he had to pleasure himself while he did it.

She felt the crown of his penis dragging across her abused flesh, leaving a slick trail.

His pleasure made hers even fiercer.

“That’s for liking your punishment.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, nearly giddy with need.

“You know what I should do?” he pressed himself against her, and she gasped as the thick head of his erection slid between her legs, parting her folds.