Chapter 83: Not a Roving Biker Gang

I try to look innocent. "But not a roving biker gang."

He doesn't laugh at my joke. "You deserve a spanking. But if that's not your thing, I understand."

Is it my thing? I lift a single shoulder. "Will it hurt?"

"Only if you want it to." He curls one of his fingers silently telling me to come closer.

I do, but only a step, thinking about my answer. "I don't think I want it to hurt, too much."

When I get halfway to him, Bennett reaches out, grabs my hand, and pulls me the rest of the way. His lips ghost across my earlobe. "Lean over the table."

"Right now?" My nervousness grows and I try to hide it behind the smile while heat pools in my core. I thought maybe we'd schedule it for next week. Scared and a little bit nervous, my body yells at me to get next to the table and lean my ass over.

"There's no better time than the present." Bennett places a hand on my shoulder turning my body to the table.

I take over the rest for him leaning my upper body across the table, my arm