Rarely Penitent

"I do love having sex after I've spanked you." James cupped one full cheek, squeezing. "You're always so penitent and eager to please."

Leigh snatched a pillow and turned to whap him across the head, laughing, "I'm very rarely penitent."

"Oh, brat, don't I know it. C'mere."

Kicking free of jeans and briefs, he drew her up the bed, where they tangled the sheets; her hot red backside competing with the rest for attention. She hissed softly.

"Aww, baby." James rolled them both over, setting her sore self atop him. "Better?"

Her heat against him brought them both home.

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