A Touch of Summer

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Authors: Evie Hunter
most enticing, encouraging sound he had ever heard. He spanked her again, loving the way her bottom absorbed the blows, the quiver after each one, the way she reacted. Some women endured a spanking. Summer gasped and yelped and shivered. He varied his strokes a little, seeing what made her react most.
    He spanked her with his fingers slightly parted, and she jerked in reaction. 'You bastard.'
    'I’m glad you’re enjoying it. I certainly am.' He ran both hands over her hot skin. 'You should see how inviting this looks, all red and pretty. And your arse wobbles so beautifully.'
    'Bastard!' This time she sounded genuinely outraged.
    He laughed and spanked her again. This time he kept going, increasing the speed and sting, so that she was panting and gasping. Her knees fell apart, and he drove her on, urging her into the rhythm of the spanking.
    But even as he pushed her towards her limits, he reached his own. The sounds she made were turning him inside out. The scent of her arousal, rich with sweet musk and a hint of the sea, was driving him to breaking point. The feel of her hot skin was impossible to resist.
    'Flynn,' she moaned and he broke.
    With a curse, he shoved his trousers down, grabbed a condom from his pocket, rolled it on at top speed, steadied her by her hips. Then he plunged into her.
    'Flynn!' This time, she could be heard from the camp. He didn’t care. The scalding heat of her blanked his mind. He didn’t care who came to watch. He thrust deeply.
    He tried to control himself, to go slowly, give her time to go along with him, but the urgency which had built up during the weeks in the croft and the games, seeing her in danger and the spanking were too much to ignore. He held on to her and drove both of them mad.
    Summer thrust her hips back against him, the heat of her spanked skin an additional goad which he didn’t need. He pulled her back onto his cock at every stroke, knowing he would not last long and aiming for her G-spot.
    Thank god, she was as aroused as he was. 'More, more,' she insisted. As his pace picked up, she was reduced to demanding moans.
    Flynn felt the tightness down his spine and gathering in his balls, and fought it, but he was too far gone. She twisted against him, and it was over. With a roar, he plunged into orgasm, his seed shooting in endless jets.
    That was all Summer needed. She wailed his name as she followed him into ecstasy.
    Flynn retained barely enough control to pull her with him as he collapsed onto the sand, holding her tightly against his thudding heart. 'Christ woman, are you trying to kill me?'
    She raised her head, hair gloriously tousled, and he couldn’t resist sliding his hand into it and tugging. Her eyes closed in surrender before she forced them open again. 'Me? I wasn’t the one—'
    He didn’t give her a chance to finish the indignant speech. He dragged her head down and kissed her, ravaging her mouth. She responded hungrily, entwining her tongue with his. 'Oh Flynn,' she moaned.
    Something in that tone alerted him. He raised his head to meet her soft eyes.
    God, what had he done? He couldn’t allow her to get involved with him. She thought his life was protecting society women and military games, and had no idea how dangerous it was. And she was just stubborn enough to try to follow him.
    He had to stop it now.
    He bounded to his feet and picked her up. 'As a punishment, that sucked,' he told her. 'So now you get the real punishment.'
    'What?' She shrieked at him as he put her back, face down over the tree trunk.
    'Hold still. You won’t enjoy this as much as I will.' Flynn held her in position while he put in a rubber glove and unscrewed the tube of Deep Heat. He rubbed a general dollop into her hot arse.
    He saw the exact moment the heat penetrated her. She wiggled and writhed and called him names he normally only heard from the SEALs. He held her there for a good ten minutes, occasionally giving another light tap to keep the glow going.
    Finally he let

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