With a growl, he yanked himself away and pulled her to her feet. “Facedown on the table,” he commanded, and he bent her over until her tits and the side of her face was pressed flat against the whitewashed wood. “Hands behind your back.”
He went through practiced motions, pulling her wrists together and holding them firmly at the small of her back while he used his legs and feet to spread hers wider. If he hadn’t completely lost his mind, this would be the time to admit who he was and cuff her while simultaneously frisking her. But there was no place on her almost-naked body to conceal any weapons, unless she had something dangerous buried in her pussy. Something he was highly inclined to investigate.
Two distinctly different parts of his personality went to war, fighting for the right to dominate the situation. The bounty hunter had Lydia right where he wanted her, and all he needed to do was finish restraining her while informing her of his identity and authorization to take her back to Colorado. The horny-as-hell, deviant male in him also had Lydia right where he wanted her, however. And all he needed to do was give in to what she was so fucking hot for that he couldn’t stand it. He couldn’t have both. At least, he didn’t think so. Thinking wasn’t going so well for him at the moment.
A mantra was playing in his head to the tune of handcuffs-handcuffs-handcuffs, but for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out which of the two warring factions wanted her restrained more.
She wiggled her ass, which was nicely spread for him given the position of her parted thighs, and she let out a sexy moan. “Please tell me you stashed about a hundred condoms in that bag of yours.”
His cock jumped in response. Fuck. What a naughty vixen, weakening his resolve.
Nate shoved her wrists together higher on her back, holding them tightly in one hand while he reared back with the other.
“First things first,” he said, and he brought his palm down across that soft, tight ass.
She let out a squeal and wriggled harder. “What was that for?”
“I believe the birthday girl needs a good spanking.”
“Oh yes,” she said, and his hand lashed out again.
“Have you been good this year, Lydia?” he asked in a mocking tone. “Or am I right in suspecting you’ve been very, very bad?”
“No, I’m good,” she cooed.
“Bullshit.” He swatted her again.
“You don’t think I can be very good?”
“No, I don’t.” The slapping sound was louder this time, and she cried out. A hot flush of pink spread over her butt cheeks when he delivered the next blow. “I think you’ve been incredibly bad,” he said. “You were on your knees for me, sucking my cock before I could even do the job I came here for.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, not sounding the least bit convincing. “I’m sorry I didn’t let you do your job.”
Fuck no, she hadn’t.
“To be honest, I’m not exactly sure what to do about that right now,” he said.
“You should take pity on a girl who’s all alone on her birthday with a wet, throbbing pussy. You should fuck her right on this table.”
As soon as she said it, he knew that was exactly what he was going to do. And that he was going to regret the hell out of it when he was finished. Too bad he didn’t give a damn.
“Please, Antoine,” she said, sticking her ass out toward him. “If you don’t believe how wet I am, see for yourself.”
God, he wanted to check with every one of his fingers, followed by his tongue. But his balls were so heavy and aching for him to take her that he couldn’t wait.
“I’m not going to touch your pussy with anything except my cock,” he said. “Right now.”
He let her go and she flipped over, scooting her ass up onto the dining table. He didn’t need to finger-fuck her to know she was soaked. He could see the dark, wet stain on her bikini bottoms.
“Take those off,” he ordered.
Two tugs on the hip strings eliminated the last bit of clothing on her incredible body. Her pussy hair was trimmed close, and the triangle over her pubic bone had been shaved into a narrow rectangle. He was rethinking his decision not to stick his face between her thighs when she propped herself on her elbows and gazed at his red cock.
“Oh my God,” she said in awe. “What kind of condoms did you bring? Any ribbed ones?”
Condoms? Yeah. Apparently, Lydia believed male strippers were required to keep a ready supply, and from what Nate had read, she was probably right. A little detail he hadn’t considered and wouldn’t have figured was necessary even if he had.
He dug into his wallet for the two foil packages he kept there, and he took a quick look to make sure they weren’t past the expiration date. He ripped one open with his teeth and started rolling it on.