Free Serengeti Storm by Vivi Andrews

you,” she insisted. “Technically. I didn’t sleep with anyone else when I was with you. And when I wasn’t technically with you, I only cheated on the others with you. So in my way, I was always faithful to you. Even when I was with them.”
    He frowned. “That makes no sense at all.”
    “I only ever loved you.” His eyes softened a bit and Shana quickly pressed her advantage. “And I promise you right now that I’ll only sleep with you. Until you’re dead. I’m not gonna be a celibate widow. That’s just cruel and unusual. If you die young, I want lots of hot widow sex.” The softness in his eyes hardened again and Shana internally cursed. She sucked at the mushy girl stuff. Sex she was good at. Love was trickier. “But I promise not to cheat on you until you’re dead. You have my word.”
    “You break your word every day.”
    “Yes, but only when it doesn’t matter. This matters. You matter. So I won’t.”
    He closed his eyes and slowly shook his head. “Shana, I don’t think—”
    She cut him off before he could tell her no. No was not an acceptable answer. “Don’t you want to spank me? It’ll make you feel better, put us back on even footing. You can spank me once for every guy I was with when I should have been with you.”
    He snorted. “That would take weeks. My hand would fall off before I finished.”
    “Ha-ha.”
    She saw a flicker of a smile around his mouth and her heart jumped. Shana reached out and tentatively brushed his hair back from his forehead. He never used to let it grow so long. “Caleb?”
    “You’re trouble, Shay,” he said without opening his eyes.
    “You like trouble,” she reminded him. She bent to brush her lips softly across his.
    She kept the kiss no more than a seductive tease. When she pulled back, he leaned forward, chasing her mouth. She let him catch her lips, enjoying the slow, drugging pull of his mouth. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sneaking into her mouth. The man sure knew what he was doing. She could kiss him for days.
    But she wasn’t that patient.
    Shana straddled his legs and began to lower herself down, sliding down his chest, but Caleb caught her waist and held her still. He pulled back from the kiss, opening golden eyes gone dark and intent.
    “Caleb?” she asked, hating the shiver of uncertainty in her voice. Had he changed his mind?
    “You’ve been a bad girl, Shana.”
    She licked her lips, a spike of nervousness threading deliciously through the sensual anticipation heating her blood. She nodded slowly. “Very bad.”
    He spun her abruptly away from him. She was still stumbling on her four-inch heels when he hauled her back and yanked her facedown across his knees. Her breath left her on a gasp. Caleb’s hand hovered just over the skin on the backs of her thighs, so close she could feel his heat, but not quite touching. The teasing not-quite-touch moved up to the curve of her ass, left exposed by the thong and the too-short skirt. Shana squirmed, cream drenching her thong. He was really going to do it.
    “Do you need to be punished?”
    Her breath came in little pants now, her body tight with anticipation. “Yes.” Oh Goddess, did she ever.
    The first smack was more startling than painful. A sensual wake-up call. Caleb’s hand landed and stayed, massaging her ass, soothing any trace of hurt.
    “How naughty have you been?” he asked, his voice gravel rough, the erection riding her hip letting her know she wasn’t alone in her need.
    “Very.”
    Another slap, another slow caress. Shana hissed and squirmed, pressing up into his hand. This was nice, but it had better be just the appetizer. She wanted the main course. She wanted to lose control.
    “Are you sorry?”
    This time he didn’t wait for her to answer before bringing his palm down on her ass. Her response was lost in the cry that ripped from her throat. He picked up the rhythm, a series of quick smacks, wringing a series of sharp, yearning cries from her throat.