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“Oh?Really?” I swallowed hard and glanced over my shoulder briefly as the movers crawled out of the truck. I returned my gaze to Derek and took comfort in the heated look in his eyes.
He turned me around and gave my bottom a playful swat, then he leaned down and placed his lips at my ear. A delightful shiver rushed through me as his warm breath tickled my face and neck.
“Yes,really, baby girl. Now try to behave yourself while the movers are here. Company or not, if I catch you rubbing your privates again without permission, I will march you upstairs and give you a sound spanking.”
I gasped and turned to meet Daddy’s stern gaze. The idea of the movers hearing me get a spanking from my daddy left me aching and trembling with desire.
“Be good, baby girl,” he said in a warning tone, “or else.”
CHAPTER11
DEREK
Gemma shotme a mischievous glance as I retrieved the tool bag from the back of my truck. “I thought you’d already finished installing the trim,” she said with a giggle just as the movers approached.
I suppressed the urge to growl at her.
Think PG thoughts, Bolt.
If I could get my dick under control, I could help the movers unload the truck and get them on their way sooner. The need to be alone with Gemma consumed me. I couldn’t stop thinking about scolding her, taking her over my knee, and pulling her panties down to reveal her cute little bottom.
So much for PG thoughts. Good thing my tool bag was large, though I probably looked like an idiot holding it in front of my crotch.
Pleasantries were exchanged with the movers, and Gemma soon opened the front door and showed them where to place the boxes. From what I understood, today’s delivery contained her supplies for the art studio she planned to open.
After fidgeting around for a few minutes as I pretended I was looking for something in the back of my truck, my cock finally softened enough that I was able to assist the movers. In just over an hour, we had the back of the truck unloaded.
I couldn’t help but marvel at how confident Gemma appeared as she flitted about the meeting hall area of the house, asking the movers to place this box here and that box there, and starting to arrange the room just the way she liked it. There were a few pieces of furniture as well that needed placing, and she didn’t seem reluctant to ask the movers to put the items just where she wanted them.
Her enthusiasm was contagious, and when I saw her pull the first painting from a large box, my mouth dropped open and I stared in admiration at the beautiful abstract painting of snow-capped mountains.
“You did this?” I asked.
She beamed up at me. “Yep.” She passed me the painting. “Would you mind putting this on the large easel near the window facing the street, please?
I flashed her a smile and went off to do her bidding, while she rushed outside to thank the movers. I noticed her passing them each a wad of cash and then waving as they pulled away.
I met her at the doorway and drew her into my arms, not caring if anyone walking down the street witnessed the affection I was showing her. I couldn’t resist the urge to hold her, the need to feel her leaning against me. She froze for a moment and gave me a strange look but eventually sank deeper into my arms with a soft sigh. I stroked a hand through her silken hair and inhaled the floral scent of her shampoo.
“Thanks for helping,” she said. “I can’t wait to get my studio up and running. If everything goes to plan, I ought to be ready to open in about two weeks.”
“Are you waiting on another shipment?” I pulled back and stared into her soulful dark eyes. I liked seeing her excited and animated. But I also couldn’t help but wonder about her exact reasons for moving all the way to Rocky Springs from Connecticut.
She nodded. “I arranged to have a sign installed out front, and I ordered some touristy doodads to sell in addition to my paintings. You know, magnets, mugs, and t-shirts that have my designs on them. I could do a soft opening now, sure, but I think I want to wait until the store is totally perfect. Also, I want to host paint nights here once or twice a month, so I need to get that organized and make some flyers. Gotta finish updating my website too.” She laughed. “I might need more than two cups of coffee every day if I’m going to get all this done in two weeks.”
“Well, I don’t know much about designing websites,” I said, “but I’d be happy to help you finish unpacking and setting up your studio. Also happy to help you spread flyers all over town.”
She gave me a skeptical look. “We, um, just met, and don’t you have a lot of work yourself? I know you own Rocky Springs Ranch and Resort.” She glanced through the window at my truck where the ranch’s logo was plastered on the side.
“I don’t run the ranch all on my own,” I said in a reassuring tone. “I have plenty of people that work for me and if I take a day off here and there it’s not a big deal. Besides, you’re my newest tenant. One could argue it’s my job to help you get settled in your new place. Now, as for us just having met…” My voice trailed off and I fumbled for words.
“Yes? About that part?” She lifted her eyebrows slightly, giving me a questioning look. A hopeful look.
I cupped her face in my hands and brushed my thumbs over her flushed cheeks. “There’s something about you, baby girl. I have never, ever, spanked a woman in the back of my truck only two hours after meeting her. I also haven’t gone on a date—yes, breakfast out counts as a date—in several years. I’ve been alone for a long time, too long, but with you… well, there’s an instant attraction. I want to get to know you better, little one, and I hope you’ll agree to spend more time with me.”
Her lips parted on a tiny gasp, and a look of immense longing brimmed in her eyes. I didn’t know much about her yet, but I sensed she was as lonely as I was. But when I was in her presence, she filled up the empty places in my soul.
It was as though Irecognized her.
