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VIII

A/N: we're counting down to 2 chapters left!

If I were logical at all, I should've been reminding myself of the blaring 1:20 AM on the clock warning me I had less than six hours of sleep left. I should've been tucked under the comfort of my quilt, my alarm permanently set for 6:15, and put myself to sleep before midnight even struck.

Alas, my logic clearly flew out the window after one fancy wining and dining.

Maybe it was because I hadn't been touched in two months—nearly three, considering Leo stopped coming over in the last two weeks of our relationship—and my female parts were just that desperate, knowing exactly how Norman Gage had the ability to make them feel good.

After all, he had been the first guy to ever use his mouth on them, fondled and mapped them out better than I even knew myself.

"I ought to punish you," Norman growled at me, having just thrown me down on his cushy king-sized bed. He hovered above me like a predator, and what the hell, I found myself encouraging him.

Like I said, logic.exe had stopped functioning.

"Why's that?" My hands acted as if they had minds of their own, slithering up his chest to intertwine behind his neck. If I'd thought I knew this man before, he continued to surprise me every bit of the way.

His calloused fingers trailed a path from my collarbone down to my navel, then up to circle around my areola. My pebbled nipples were already at their fullest attention, begging to be played with.

"Why?" He palmed a breast harshly, nibbling on the lobe of my ear. I loved the way his beard tickled me on my skin. "No panties, no bra, and you leave your house at midnight wearing nothing but your nightgown?" His voice got deeper as he spoke.

I grinned mischievously. "I did put on a coat."

He rolled me to the side a little, and a smack landed on my butt cheek.

"Your bratty mouth, Irina, is going to get you into all kinds of trouble." He soothed the warm spot caused by him. "There will be no next time, you hear me? You're not going to sit in some other motherfucker's car with no underwear on," he demanded.

"And if I do?" I blinked up at him as innocently as I could, when all I really wanted to do was beam at my bravery. Am I a masochist for knowing he'd spank me and still deliberately taunt him for it?

He pulled away from me immediately and hauled me to the edge of the bed by my legs. "Roll over," he instructed in that commanding voice that gave me chills. "Ass up, face down." He merely stood there as he watched me get into position.

God, I was already planning to call in sick for work in the morning. And I had never done such a thing. How is it that Norman Gage has so much influence over me?

I felt even more naked than I did before, which was peculiar, considering he'd already been inside me. I could feel his eyes studying my body as if I was a dish served to him on a silver platter.

"I showed you what disobeying gets, and unfortunately for me, you kinky little thing seem to enjoy it." His palm kneaded my backside gently.

I think I heard myself whimper. "I don't enjoy it."

"Huh." A loud smack landed on my right cheek, the most painful one yet. Even my yelp sounded less and less convincing to my own ears. "You don't enjoy this?" He leaned over to where my face was pressed against a pillow and tilted my chin to him. "Fuck, you should see your own face right now."

I jerked my hips slightly, wanting his hands to soothe the sting. But he shook his head in disapproval. "No. This isn't for your pleasure, it's for mine. You told me to use you? I'll show you what using you really means."