He sobered at that, feeling like an asshole all over again. “I’m sorry for that. I really am.”
She nodded. “I know. You apologized already. And I appreciate that. I only brought it up because you pushed.”
They lapsed into silence, finishing their dinner. Pushing his plate away, Matt sat back. “What about you? You’re a marketing major. With the way you were always so passionate about environmental stuff, I figured you’d go into science so you could be at the forefront of research or work for a non-profit to clean up the world.”
She wrinkled her nose at him, a frown pulling down the corners of her mouth. “No. Most of that stuff is volunteer work, and the people that coordinate it have business or management degrees. I figured marketing would allow me to help more, because if people don’t know how bad things are, how can we convince them to help, y’know? Plus, it’s more practical, working for a non-profit doesn’t pay much.”
It was Matt’s turn to frown. He understood wanting financial security, but she’d been so idealistic, so her attitude came as a surprise. “Really? That’s why you’re a marketing major?”
She shrugged. “Don’t look like that. I like it. I like helping run the social media at Eco Utilities. I can do so much with a marketing degree. It opens doors, instead of closing them. I’ll be able to volunteer my services wherever I want and be an asset to any organization instead of only doing boring stuff.”
He nodded, still frowning a little. But she did seem to enjoy her internship, so who was he to judge? It’s not like he had any room to criticize. He wasn’t going after what he really wanted.
He turned his attention to the leftover food on the table, glancing at Hannah. “You done?” When she nodded, he started closing up the boxes so he could stash them in the fridge. Just before he closed his box, Hannah’s fingers darted in, plucking out a slice of red pepper and popping it in her mouth, mischief in her eyes when he looked up at her.
He let out a low growl. “You’ll pay for that.”
She giggled at him. “Sure, sure. I’ll believe it when I see it.” She stood up, carrying their plates to the kitchen. Matt came right behind her, stashing the food in the fridge, and cornering her against the counters before she could get away.
“Naughty girl. I warned you there were consequences to stealing my food.” He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her tight against him, letting his other hand roam down to caress her ass, palming it before landing a sharp smack.
She gasped in response, squirming in his grip, but her pupils grew larger, and Matt knew she was turned on too. He groped her ass some more before landing another smack against the other cheek. Her body pushed against his, her hands clutching at his T-shirt over his chest. He smiled down at her, baring his teeth. “Should I punish you, then?”
He turned them and backed her toward his room. She went without resistance, almost tripping a couple of times, but he had her, making sure she wouldn’t lose her balance. Once in his room, he pushed her down to sit on his bed, turning to close the door behind them just in case. He didn’t expect his roommates home soon, but the memory of their interruption on Friday had him being more careful.
He sat next to her and patted his lap. Hannah looked at him, uncertainty written on her face. He tried for a reassuring smile, but couldn’t be sure it didn’t come out predatory. “I won’t hurt you, I promise. It’s just for fun.”
Still hesitating, her lips parted like she might say something, but then she leaned toward him. Helping her across his lap, he had to hold back a groan when her side pushed and slid against his cock. He adjusted her so her ass was the highest part of her, round and waiting for his hand, and wrapped one arm over her back, just to maintain their connection.
He rubbed his hand over her backside before landing a smack. More rubbing and another smack. She jerked a little with each hit. He was hitting hard enough to cause a sting, but not more than that, especially with clothes in the way. Still, after a few more smacks her hand came back to cover her ass.
“Ow!” She sounded a little surprised.
With another smirk, Matt captured her hand and pinned it behind her back. He leaned down and rasped in her ear, “It’s a spanking, Hannah. It’s supposed to sting a little.” While he spoke his hand continued to rub over her ass then traced the seam of her jeans down between her legs. She twitched a little like she wanted to get away, but he kept his pressure firm, and she pushed back against his questing fingers. God, how he wished she were wearing a skirt or yoga pants. Anything that would be easier to strip off her than tight skinny jeans so he could see her bare ass turning pink and feel her wetness coat his fingers.
“You like that? You want me to bury my fingers inside your tight pussy?”
She stiffened at his dirty talk and started pushing back, trying to get up. “Let go, Matt. Let me up!”
Pulling her up, he set her on her feet, but kept his hands on her hips until he was sure she was steady.
She looked angry, brushing her hair out of her face with quick, jerky movements, and he couldn’t figure out why the sudden change. She’d been into it just a second
