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Older Women Kinky Desires
(Giselle Renarde)

Mike sucked his teeth, pressing the nail into the wall until it dented the paint.  "Many a child is spoiled because you can't spank grandma..."



"But you can," Judith said, barely pushing the words past her lips.  "You can."



He turned his attention to the wall, like she wasn't in the room, and his denial gave her an ache that was everywhere and nowhere.  She could feel his rejection in her body, like a fist twisting her guts.  It was only temporary, but that didn't matter when she needed to feel his palm on her ass.



Right now.  Right.  Now.



Why wasn't he going at her flesh instead of expending his energy on that wall?  



She licked her lips, because suddenly everything felt dry.  Her chardonnay sat half-full on the side table, and she took a swift sip, hoping he wouldn't notice.  But he did.  Of course he did.

Setting down the hammer, Mike said, "That paper isn't going to pick itself up."



Her heart raced.  She took another sip.  Sure, she pretended to be past the brat stage, but who was she kidding?  When Mike didn't do as she wished, she taunted him in little ways.  If he denied her, she refused to do as she was told.



"Pick it up."



She glanced at the floor.  Raised an eyebrow.  Took another sip.



His gaze bore into her.  Oh so hot.  Oh. So. Hot.  She melted under his hard stare.  His jaw moved, only a little, like he was biting his back teeth together.  Why wouldn't he bite her?



Setting the hammer down, Mike hung Barb's plaque on the wall.  "There.  Perfect."



Judith bit her lip.  She set her wine glass down.  "You can spank grandma."



When Mike glanced at the floor, Judith's pelvis clenched.  Why did it feel so good to defy him?  To wait, to wonder what he might do, how he might react?



"Mike?" she said.  "You clean it up."