Free The Phoenix Campaign (Grace Colton Book 2) by Heidi Joy Tretheway Page A

have nowhere to hide contraband, except in my mind and my heart. Jared’s breath licks over my bare skin, his fingers trailing along the sides of my breast and down my ribcage, then lower until they reach my sex.
    My panting is the only sound in this room and my ears strain to anticipate Jared’s touch. I hear the soft rustle as he drops his clothes on the floor, then the sharp smack and sting as his palm raises a red welt on my ass.
    I squeak in surprise and bite my lip.
    Another smack, this one on my other ass cheek, and I whimper, willing my legs to hold me upright. Jared’s hand moves between my legs again, his deep hum evidence that he likes the effect of this spanking.
    “More?”
    I close my eyes tightly and nod, leaving no uncertainty. Hell, yes, I want more. This power play, this little bit of taboo, is what I crave. Jared uncovers the things I need when I can’t even say them.
    More blows color my ass. Heat blooms there and throbs between my legs. My breathing is ragged as I pant between each smack, hiss to cover the scream that wants to break free. I want to break free.
    He pinches my clit and I moan with relief, climbing steadily as my orgasm spirals tighter. Another spank, and I’m almost at the edge, feeling the waves of energy gather into one blinding point of pleasure.
    “Not yet. Don’t come yet.” Jared’s hand stills and I want to cry, beg, plead for more.
    My hands slide down the wall. I need to pounce on him, demand the climax he denies.
    His hand closes over my wrists and shoves them back to position. “I told you, don’t move ,” Jared says. “This isn’t about denying your pleasure. This is about extending it, forcing you to hold where you are until you’re so full you can’t take any more.”
    I shake my head. “I can’t.”
    “You can,” he insists, and he finds my clit again, making tight circles that send sparks through my body. His other hand moves in a blur—pinching my nipples, tracing the crack of my ass, plunging inside me.
    Another smack, and another, and I’m coming apart as he demands I hold myself together. “A little more. A little higher.”
    I writhe against his hands, pressing him for more and twisting from his grasp. Tears leak from my eyes as I try to hang on. Then he turns me, flips my back against the wall, hoists me, and impales me on his cock.
    I ride this exquisite fullness, and I bite his shoulder to hold back the scream. My mind is empty of the jumbled thoughts from today—all that’s left is I want and I need and now, now, now.
    “Now, Grace. Come now .” Jared thrusts deep, the force of him taking my breath away. I throw back my head and unfurl the scream that’s built in my chest since this morning, the total release that I didn’t realize I could have until he forced me to delay, and delay, and delay, until every last shred of my consciousness was bound into one single, blinding urge.
    I let go. The climax rushes at me so hard it’s like a train passing over me as I’m tied to the tracks. It’s a wild terror that shoots through me like lightning, but I’m held in his arms, filled to overflowing by Jared—sight, sound, smell, taste, touch.
    He rocks into me and my senses spiral through wave after wave, barely aware of his moan and shudder, his own climax and gasping breaths.
    I am finally sated.
    My legs shake as Jared’s muscles relax, as he moves to release me. I unwind my iron grip around his hips and let him lay me back on the bed and weave our limbs together in an embrace.
    He plants soft kisses along my jaw, creeping toward my mouth, and I balk. No matter how intimate it was to explore the taboos of spanking and power exchange, a kiss will remain the most intimate thing between us.
    It’s too intimate right now. My heart is raw, laid bare from the intensity of what we just shared. I’m lying to him every moment I don’t tell him about the pregnancy.
    Jared sighs, content, his head on the pillow beside me. I listen to his breathing