“Well, then,” he drawled, rising out of the chair and setting Pam on her feet. She shivered as his warm hands cupped her breasts, then plucked her nipples to harder points. He brought her closer, and she placed her hands on his chest, enjoying the play of muscles under her fingers. Pam let her hands drift south, but Jared caught them between his before she found her mark. After raising them to his lips, he kissed each finger, flicking his tongue out once or twice like a silent promise. She drew in a shuddery breath, amazed at her body’s powerful reaction to his slightest attention. Without warning, Jared clasped Pam by the hips and spun her so she faced away from him. Confused, she looked down and examined the oversize chair in which she’d been spanked. It was armless, but she knew firsthand it was quite sturdy and comfortable. Jared pressed against her back, and she could feel the heat of his body radiating through his clothes. “Climb on the chair and kneel close to the edge,”
