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“That’s what it is!”
Wishing the burning blush crossing her cheeks would fade away, she bent over to pick it up, but her cumbersome bag began slipping down her arm. As she grabbed the shoulder strap and angrily tossed it into her car, Zach whisked up the key.
“Here you go.”
Angry and embarrassed, she snatched them from his hand.
“Hey, Emma, take it easy. There’s no need to throw a hissy fit.”
“I’m not doing any such thing!”
“That display of temper is only one of many reasons you need a trip over my knee.”
“Stop saying that!”
“So—that’s a no? You’re not interested?”
“Of course I’m not! Wait! Did you come up with this crazy idea because of your last lecture about that stupid Fifty Shades movie? Don’t you know that’s yesterday’s news.”
“It has nothing to do with any film. I’ve been spanking naughty girls like you long before someone decided to produce a film.”
“It was a book first, or didn’t you know?”
“Really? It was a book?”
“Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit,” she said testily. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to be somewhere.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to accept my offer? It would do you the world of good.”
“Is this a habit? Do you often walk up to women and offer to—uh—do that?”
“Spank them? Only those who need it, and you, my dear Emma, absolutely do. But you can’t say the word spank, that’s very telling.”
“Just shut the fuck up,” she grumbled, pushing the buttons on the key fob trying to unlock the car doors. “To think I used to like you,” she added, muttering under her breath.
“You did? That’s nice to—”
But the ear-piercing car alarm suddenly blasted through the air.
“You’re infuriating!” she shouted. “How do I turn this fucking thing off!”
Taking the fob from her fingers, he calmly pressed the red button.
“The F word doesn’t look good on you,” he scolded as he handed it back, “and why do you keep blaming me for all these problems you’re having?”
“You know why.”
“Because I offered to spank you?”
Completely unnerved and unable to continue the battle, she climbed into the car. Though she was sure he kept repeating the word to embarrass her, she couldn’t deny the moisture flooding her sex, and the deep craving to feel his muscled arms holding her as he crushed her lips in a devouring kiss.
“Go and find someone else to harass,” she finally exclaimed, starting up the powerful engine.
“Emma,” he began solemnly, leaning in and resting his elbows on the car door, “you really do need to be spanked, and not just once. A trip over my knee every week would do wonders for you. When you’re ready, call me. You know where I am.”
