Before she could respond, his mouth crashed against hers in a searing kiss. Emily’s mind went blank, overwhelmed by the sensation of his lips, his tongue, the slight scratch of stubble against her skin. She melted into him, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer.
The kiss was hard, passionate, almost bruising in its intensity. Lucas’ tongue swept into her mouth, claiming her, exploring every inch. Emily met him eagerly, giving as good as she got. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she could feel the heat building between them once more.
As they broke apart, gasping for air, Emily couldn’t help but think, ‘Fuck, I could get used to this.’ The thought both thrilled and terrified her. There was still so much to figure out, so many complications. But right now, with Lucas’ arms around her and the taste of him on her lips, none of that seemed to matter.
“So,” she panted, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “Ready for round two, old man?”
Lucas chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement and desire. “Normally I’d take you up on that, baby girl,” he said, voice rough with want. “But you need to eat something before the amount of tequila you had comes back to bite you on the ass.”
Emily pouted playfully, running her fingers down his chest. “Spoilsport,” she teased.
Lucas leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. “Besides,” he whispered, sending shivers down her spine, “I’m the only one allowed to bite that ass, baby girl.”
Heat flooded Emily’s cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and arousal. “Fuck,” she breathed, her mind spinning with images of what that might entail. Part of her wanted to say to hell with food and drag him back to bed right then and there.
But as if on cue, her stomach let out an impressive growl. Emily groaned, burying her face in Lucas’ chest. “Traitor,” she muttered to her belly.
Lucas laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Come on, troublemaker,” he said, giving her ass a playful swat as he sat up. “Let’s get some food in you before you waste away.”
Emily sat up reluctantly, wincing as her head throbbed. “Ugh, maybe you have a point about that tequila,” she admitted, running a hand through her tangled hair. “I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck.”
“A tequila truck,” Lucas quipped, tossing her one of his t-shirts. “Wear this. As much as I love seeing you naked, I don’t think Sophia wants a show with her breakfast.”
Emily caught the shirt, inhaling Lucas’ scent as she pulled it over her head. It hung loose on her frame, coming down to mid-thigh. “Sophia!” she exclaimed, memories of the night before flooding back. “Shit, is she still here?”
Lucas nodded, a wry smile on his face. “Last I checked, she was fast asleep in the guest room. Probably nursing her own hangover.”
Emily groaned, burying her face in her hands. “God, what a mess. I can’t believe I dragged her into all this drama.”
“Hey,” Lucas said softly, tilting her chin up to meet his eyes. “You didn’t drag anyone into anything. She’s your friend, and she was there for you when you needed her. That’s what friends do.”
Emily nodded, feeling a swell of affection for both Lucas and Sophia. She leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to Lucas’ lips before sliding off the bed. “Right, shower time. I smell like a distillery.”
As she padded towards the bathroom, Emily couldn’t resist giving her hips an extra sway. She glanced over her shoulder, catching Lucas’ heated gaze. “See something you like, daddy?” she teased.
In an instant, Lucas was behind her, his hands gripping her hips. “You’re playing with fire, baby girl,” he growled in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
Emily laughed, arching her back and pressing her ass against him. “Maybe I like getting burned,” she shot back.
Emily’s hands glided down her body as she bent over in front of him, her back arching in invitation. Lucas growled, his self-control fraying at the edges. “You’re asking to be spanked, baby girl,” he rumbled, his voice a low, dangerous purr.
“Yes, Daddy,” she purred in response, the submissive undertone in her voice only stoking the flames further. “I am.”
The first smack of his hand on her ass elicited a squeal from her, but she didn’t flinch. Instead, she ground her hips back into his growing erection, beckoning for more. He obliged, landing four more spanks in a symmetrical pattern across her flushed cheeks.
“How does that feel, baby girl?” he growled, his voice thick with desire.
“So good, Daddy,” she moaned.
He couldn’t take it anymore. Lucas slid two fingers inside her, eliciting a moan from both of them. “Fuck, baby girl, you’re so wet,” he groaned, his voice full of lust.
“I know, Daddy,” she panted, her eyes clouded with desire. “All for you.”
Lucas paused, his fingers still buried inside her. His free hand caressed her reddened ass cheeks, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. “You want me to keep going, baby girl?” he asked, his voice husky with restrained desire.
Emily’s breath hitched. “Yes, Daddy, please,” she begged, pushing back against his hand.
Lucas leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. “Count them for me,” he commanded, his tone brooking no argument. “And don’t you dare come without permission.”
Emily nodded frantically, her body trembling with anticipation. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.
The first spank landed, sharp and stinging. “One!” Emily gasped out, her inner walls clenching around Lucas’ fingers.
Another smack, this time on the other cheek. “Two!” she cried, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the edge of the bed.
Lucas continued, alternating cheeks, his fingers working inside her in tandem with each spank. Emily’s counts became more breathless, more desperate with each strike.
“Eight!” she moaned, her legs shaking. “Please, Daddy, I’m so close…”
“Not yet,” Lucas growled, delivering another sharp smack. “We’re not done.”
Emily whimpered, torn between the pleasure building inside her and the need to obey. Her mind raced, struggling to focus on anything but the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.
Lucas paused, his hand resting on Emily’s lower back. He could feel her trembling beneath his touch, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
“How many more do you think you can take, baby girl?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.
Emily’s mind swam with desire, her body aflame with need. She turned her head, meeting Lucas’ intense gaze over her shoulder. “I’ll take everything you want to give me, Daddy,” she breathed, her voice thick with arousal.
A slow, predatory smile spread across Lucas’ face. “Good answer, baby girl,” he purred, his fingers curling inside her. “Let’s see just how much you can handle.”
He raised his hand, bringing it down with a resounding smack. Emily cried out, her back arching. “Nine!” she gasped, her fingers clawing at the sheets.
Lucas continued, each strike sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain through Emily’s body. She counted dutifully, her voice growing hoarse with each number.
“Fifteen!” she sobbed, her thighs quivering. “Please, Daddy, I need-”
“What do you need, baby girl?” Lucas asked, his fingers working relentlessly inside her.
Emily’s mind reeled, caught between the burning need for release and the desire to please him. “I need to come,” she whimpered. “Please, Daddy.”
Lucas leaned in, his chest pressed against her back. “Not yet,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “We’re just getting started.”