I sat up with a start. Something had awakened me. I reached my hand out, but James still wasn’t in bed. It felt like my heart was beating out of my chest. I heard the noise again. Laughter. It was just James and Rob laughing. I looked at the alarm clock. It was almost 2 a. m. I sighed and laid back down. I yawned and closed my eyes. Scary movies always freaked me out, even though I had just seen clips as I was channel surfing.
The bedroom door squeaked open. I rolled over and looked at James as he walked into the room. I could just make out him taking off his shirt from the little bit of moonlight shining through the curtains into the bedroom. He stumbled to the side slightly and started laughing again. “Shit,” he mumbled as he almost fell over. He tossed his shirt into the middle of the floor.
“Are you okay?” I climbed out of bed. I could smell the alcohol on him.
“Hey, baby.” His voice was deep and soothing. His smile was electric. I don’t think I had ever seen him like this before. He was drunk. He was really, really drunk.
“Do you want some help?” I didn’t want him to fall over and hurt himself.
“God you’re beautiful.” He put his hand on the side of my face. “I missed you tonight.”
“I missed you.”
“You’re really, really beautiful, Penny.”
I smiled at him. “You’ve already said that.” He was cute when he was drunk.
He laughed and then looked past me at the bed. “Oh, shit, did I wake you up? I thought I was being really quiet.”
I laughed as I unhinged his belt for him and pulled it out of his belt loops. “You weren’t being quiet at all. I heard you guys laughing. You scared me. I thought someone had broken in or something.”
He started to laugh again. “No. No, no, it’s just me. It’s just me, baby.” He was looking at me in that hungry way. “I’m glad you’re awake, though.”
I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans for him. “You’re drunk. You should probably get some sleep.”
“I don’t want to sleep. I missed you. I want you. I’ve been waiting to have you all day.” He ran his hand through his hair.
How was he so sexy when he was drunk? No one was sexy when they were drunk. I pressed my thighs together. “It’s the middle of the night.”
“You told my brother that I like to spank you. But you didn’t tell him how much you like it. How wet you get just thinking about it. You like getting punished. And if I recall, you were very, very bad today.”
And just like that, I was awake, wanting him, needing him. I was just wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of underwear. I pulled off the t-shirt. Without a word, I turned around and placed my hands on the mattress, arching my back.
His hands were on me in less than a second, pushing my underwear down my thighs. He spanked me hard.
Fuck. He was right. He was always right. I love this.
“That was for going to your dorm room instead of coming to me when you were upset.”
He spanked me even harder. “And for talking to the reporters.”
I wanted him so badly.
He spanked me again. “And for flirting with Rob.”
“I wasn’t flirting with Rob.”
He spanked me again. “And for talking back.” His fingers slipped between my thighs, pressing against me.
I moaned.
“You’re so wet. I think you like this even more than I do. And trust me, I’m enjoying myself.” He leaned forward slightly, pressing his erection against my ass.
I moved my legs even farther apart, waiting for him to enter me. I needed him. “Professor Hunter, please.”
“Fuck, I love when you call me that.” He spanked me even harder than before. “And that was for rejecting my proposal.”
“I do want to marry you.” Had I hurt his feelings by saying no? “Ask me again right now. I’ll say yes. A thousand times yes.”
I thought he was going to spank me again. Instead, he rubbed his hand gently across my sore ass cheek. “This is mine.” His gentle touch made me shiver.
“Of course.”
“You said no to me.” His hand was still cupping my ass. “I don’t like when you say no to me.” He grabbed my hips and thrust himself deep inside of me.
Yes!
He groaned and dug his fingers into my hips. “I really don’t like when you say no to me,” he said again.
“I’m sorry.”
He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, making me arch my back even more. “God, you’re so beautiful.”
I laughed. “You’re so drunk.”
“Fuck, that feels good.”
“What?”
“When you laugh.” He reached around my waist and tickled my stomach.
I started laughing again. “James, stop. I can’t breathe!”
He groaned softly and pulled out of me. “I think I just found my new favorite punishment.”
“No, please don’t tickle me.” I laughed and climbed onto the bed.
His eyes were so playful. He climbed onto the bed after me. “I never realized how ticklish you were.”
I squealed and tried to move away from his hands. But he easily grabbed my ankle, holding me down as he climbed on top of me. He grabbed my hands and held them above my head.
I liked when he overpowered me. I was even more aroused than I had been before. I could feel my heart racing. “Okay, you win. I surrender.”
He smiled down at me. He let go of my hands and lifted up my hips, sinking himself deep inside of me again.
“Professor Hunter,” I moaned. This is what made all the bad things worth it. The way he touched me. The way he held me. The way he looked at me. The way he made me feel. I loved the way he made me feel. Like he adored me. And cherished me.
He leaned over top of me and kissed me hard. I loved when he kissed me like that. It was like he hadn’t gotten to kiss me in weeks, not hours. He didn’t taste like he usually did. What had he said his favorite drink was? Scotch maybe. Maybe he tasted like that. I had never had scotch before.