Free Shaken (Colorado Bold Book 1) by Maggie McCullough Page A

about the alienation.
    She lay across his spread legs with care. The rough denim of his jeans chafed her tender nipples as she leaned over his legs and settled in his lap, her breasts and head hanging off one side, her legs on the other.
    He pulled her loose top up, leaving her back exposed and the underside of her breasts snug against the outside of his leg. She waited, tense and rigid, holding her breath.
    “I will spank you ten times.” One hand caressed her bottom, sliding smoothly over the silky pink fabric. “Relax, baby.”
    “That’s easy for you to say. You’re not the one getting spanked.”
    His chuckle hinted that she might have her Evan back. Perhaps the other was just a façade.
    Evan urged her legs apart and slid his palm over her buttocks to tease the juncture between her thighs. His other hand tweaked her nipples as her breasts hung taut and swollen. Anne whimpered and moaned as her body came alive in his expert hands.
    “That’s it, baby. Feel what we have between us.”
    Evan pulled her pajama bottoms over her hips, down to mid-thigh. His fingers homed in on her slick entrance, stroking and teasing her to new heights. Ravenous tremors rippled in waves through her body.
    “Only pleasure, baby.”
    Without warning, his open hand smacked one buttock, the sound loud in the near-empty apartment. A quick spank on the other cheek had her gasping.
    Evan rubbed the sting from the affronted flesh with slow, circular motions.
    A finger slipped through her sodden, desperate opening as he continued tugging on her extended nipples. She wriggled in lewd excitement.
    “Do you really want to throw us away?”
    Anne jerked as his hand landed on one ass cheek and then the other in quick succession.
    Four, she thought. That’s four.
    She lay across his lap, moaned and whimpered, the throbbing of her ass adding to her sensory overload. Her bottom arched into his hand as he soothed and caressed her.
    “Your cute ass is almost as pink as your pajama bottoms.”
    Again, his finger penetrated her, searching for that sweet spot. She moaned and went limp when he found it.
    Her entire body reverberated with sexual need; the dual assaults on her nipples and her pleasure center were serving his purpose. Her breaths came in gasps and whimpers, punctuated with little squeaks of pure arousal.
    “Don’t come, baby. Not yet. Not until I’m finished.”
    He removed his hand from her and administered numbers five and six, started the routine of soothing and teasing again. The nerves in her ass burned with a heat that rivaled the protracted simmer in her loins.
    “What—makes—you—think—I’ll—come,” Anne choked out in-between pants.
    “Oh, you’ll come, baby. That’s a given.”
    Seven.
    She almost came right then and there.
    Eight.
    Her ass was on fire.
    Her pussy was swollen and sodden.
    Her nipples, tender and oh-so-sensitive, throbbed from the relentless stimulation.
    Her clit pounded, aching for his touch, any touch.
    Still he stroked, pulled, and teased. She was going out of her mind. He kept her right on the edge, never doing enough to topple her over.
    Nine.
    She moaned Evan’s name, writhed in carnal abandon on his lap. She waited for the tenth one to fall.
    “Please, Evan.”
    Ten.
    Anne cried out. Oh, God .
    This time, his thumb pressed inside her as his fingers stroked her trembling clit.
    She convulsed, cried out, and with a guttural wail, free fell into a pit of sexual oblivion.
    She jerked and quivered, mindless with release. Evan stroked and tugged until he coaxed every salacious shudder from her limp form.
    “I do believe…I’m going to…find…ways to be naughty,” she panted as she tried to catch her breath. Anne wriggled her butt for emphasis.
    “Show me to your bedroom, baby.” Evan swatted her ass one last time before helping her up. “Unless you want me to fuck you on this table.”
    Anne pulled up her bottoms and led him to her room. He took off his shirt, sat down, and removed his