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hips against her. Partially to draw her attention to how hard he was, but also because it felt really good.
    She continued to thrash against him, throwing her head back, kicking out her legs, pretending she wanted to get free, though Grant doubted she truly did.
    Turning around, he surveyed the room. The barren furnishings gave him few choices. He couldn’t bend her over the couch like he’d been dreaming about since Kate had moved to Colorado with them. He’d never gotten the opportunity to try with his mother wandering around. And he couldn’t spread her across his lap and spank her bottom red—like they both loved—without a chair to sit on.
    But there was the good old standby of the kitchen countertop. He smiled. They’d used the countertop well at his Dallas apartment, and he had no doubt they’d do the same here. He’d made a point to reinforce both ends when he’d installed it. Just to be safe.
    With two big steps, he walked into the kitchen and tossed her over the end of the counter separating the kitchen from the living room. Using his weight, he pushed her up against the Formica and kept her there. She thrashed beneath his hold, still pretending she wanted to get loose.
    “I want to see what’s in the bedroom.” She wiggled against him, setting his body on fire.
    Grant loved nothing better than a struggling sub beneath him. Though usually he preferred less clothing between them. He’d fix that shortly.
    “You know you’re not allowed in there.”
    He grabbed her wrists before she had a chance to squirm away. Though he had his doubts to whether she planned to try or not.
    She gasped, whether due to the suddenness of his movements or his hold, he didn’t know. Pinning her hands behind her back, he sandwiched her tightly between the counter top and his body. Her soft ass cradled his cock, and he groaned at the sensation. She moaned too. Pushing back against him, she lengthened the brush of his body against her.
    God, she felt so good—soft, and sweet and perfect.
    He nibbled her neck, licking down the graceful curve. She moaned beneath his lips, leaning her head back against his shoulder. She was softening to him. Good. He twisted his arm around her, gliding down her backside to the edge of her skirt, tickling the back of her knees.
    “I like these frilly skirts you’ve been wearing. They make me wish it could be summer year round.” He slid his fingers along her thigh and underneath the fabric, tracing his index finger along the edge where her cheeks met her leg. “And they make it so easy to grab this tight, little ass.” He squeezed the round muscles, hard, and she trembled beneath his rough touch. Even better.
    He reached down, lifting her skirt up to her waist while keeping her hands held to the small of her back. He groaned. Only a strip of thin, white lace between her thighs separated him from what he most wanted.
    “When did you start wearing these panties?” He tightened his hold on her wrists with his right hand while he used his other hand to grip her ass cheek, kneading it beneath his firm fingers. A small moan leaked from her lips. Her body relaxed beneath his touch. God, he loved her like this—pliant, vulnerable, bound beneath him.
    “Do you not like them, Master?” She glanced back at him, a large smile across her face. She knew exactly what these little panties did to him.
    “No, not at all.” He smirked back at her.
    “Then you’d better destroy them, Sir, to make sure you never have to look at them again.”
    The wicked gleam in her eyes almost buckled his knees. She knew just how to play him.
    “What a great idea, pet.” He reached around her hip, pulling the elastic waistband tight to one side until it broke. She released a stifled moan as the elastic snapped against her skin. The first bite of pain he’d given her in some time, but not her last. He tugged the other side, jerking it harder until it broke too, and the scraps of lace fell to the ground between