Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 151384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
“You know it wasn’t a question.”
“I got that impression. But I chose to think of it as a question.”
“No thinking. Talk.”
“That’s rude,” she muttered.
“Immy. Talk. Now.”
“Or what? You’re going to spank me?”
Shoot. She shouldn’t have brought up the whole spanking thing.
Idiot.
Anyone would think that you want a spanking . . .
Uh-oh.
Did she? Maybe. She’d always loved reading stories with spanking in them. Well, once they’d gotten away from the cult and she’d been free to choose her own reading material.
That she’d still had to hide from her parents.
“Don’t tempt me, Little girl.”
Darn it, Immy.
You do not like him talking to you like that. You do not.
You are in love with Jenner. Why are you betraying him like this?
Except it was only a betrayal if she was actually involved with Jenner. Which she wasn’t. It was an entirely one-sided relationship.
You know, since Jenner didn’t even know there was a relationship.
You need to move on, Immy.
“You don’t have the right to spank me.”
“Do I look like the sort of man who cares about that?”
“So you’d force me?” And why wasn’t she more scared? In fact, why wasn’t she yelling for help? Abe and Isaiah were somewhere in the house and here she was, letting this man threaten to spank her.
Because you like it.
You freak.
“Wouldn’t ever force you to do anything.”
Oh. So she wasn’t going over his lap.
Well . . . that was good.
Uh-huh. Yep. Good.
Darn it. She couldn’t even fool herself right now.
“But I don’t think I’d have to force you.” He gave her a knowing look.
Oh, heck.
“I think I’m in trouble here.”
“In more ways than one.” He leaned into her face, his lips inches from hers. She could see the flecks of green in his hazel-colored eyes.
They were beautiful.
“You have such pretty eyes.”
Those eyes widened. “Immy. Focus.”
But she didn’t want to. She just wanted to stare at his pretty eyes.
“You’re in trouble.”
Her lower lip started to slide out.
“And that won’t work on me.”
“What won’t work on you?” she asked.
“That pout. That look. Those eyes. What you use on all of them won’t work on me.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” What pout? What look? What eyes?
He grunted. “Maybe you don’t. But I do. And it won’t work. Talk. Now. Or I’m gonna assume you want that spanking. You don’t have to be naughty to get spanked. Anytime you want it, you can just ask.”
“I don’t want it!” she cried.
“No lying!” His hand smacked down on her ass.
She froze.
He did not.
He really did not.
But he had. Her stinging butt cheek was proof of that. But the crazy thing was the way the pain morphed into heat and then into pleasure.
It did strange things to her.
“I . . . I have to go,” she said, struggling to get free of his hold.
She raced out of the room and toward the stairs, ignoring the way he called out to her.
She tripped over one of the stairs, slamming her shin against the edge. A cry of pain escaped her.
And that happened to be just at the same time that Jenner stepped into the foyer. Where had he come from? Shouldn’t he be on his date?
Had she not experienced enough humiliation?
“Immy! What happened? How did you trip? Baby, are you hurt?” Jenner rushed up the stairs to kneel next to her. “Show me your leg.”
“I’m fine,” she groaned as she attempted to stand.
But she was feeling light-headed again.
Crap. She began crawling up the stairs like an idiot.
“Immy, what are you doing?” Jenner demanded.
“Going to bed.” Where she was going to crawl under the covers and hide forever.
“But why are you crawling up the stairs?” Jenner asked. “What the fuck is going on?”
She was too tired to tell him that he owed the swear jar.
Screw the swear jar.
Oh. God.
Listen to her. Now she was swearing!
Well, she was humiliated. She’d fainted because she was scared of the dark and she’d stupidly thought someone was outside watching her. Then she’d been spanked and ran off. Only to fall on the stairs in front of the two men she was attracted to.
Just. Awesome.
“I’m fine. Just everyone go away!”
“Immy, let me help you,” Jenner said. “You can’t crawl up the stairs.”
Suddenly, she was in the air. She let out a cry as she was carried up the stairs. To her shock, it was Tobias carrying her.
“Put me down.”
He stared down at her for a moment. “Will put you down when you’re in your room. But not gonna let you get hurt again.”
“I just slipped. I’m fine. It doesn’t even hurt,” she lied.
“What’s going on? Immy? Did Tobias do something?” Jenner demanded, following them into her bedroom.
Just great. Now they were both in her bedroom.
This was her worst nightmare . . . or maybe that really hot, sexy dream she’d had the other night.
No, no, no!
Do not think about that. You are not thinking about sexy dreams.