"But first, cake." Coby reached down and gave her ass not a smack, but a quick, playful squeeze because they were both thinking about it now. "Then we'll see about the persuasion."

Twenty swats, she'd said. That made her nineteen. He'd known she was young, maybe he'd even asked her age, he couldn't remember. But she was a grown woman and capable of making her own decisions. If she wanted to be with an old guy like him sometimes, they were both going to enjoy themselves.