Last time Josh had just given Chelsea a white rose. This continues after that scene only now they are canoodling on the sofa...
Half an hour later, the music had stopped and neither had even noticed. They had abandoned the dancing when their kissing had overtaken the movement.
Josh wasn’t going to push Chelsea into anything she wasn’t ready for, but God, it would be hard to stop if she called a halt. He was lying on the sofa with the girl of his dreams in his arms. Her light skirt had hiked up around her waist and his hands were resting on her panties, tiny patches of warm skin teasing him through soft lace as she ground herself against him. His cute redhead was obviously feeling his frustration; she threw her head back to give him access to her neck, the hem of his T-shirt grasped tightly in her fingers as she tried to get underneath it.
It was all the invitation he needed.
“Bedroom?” she panted against his neck when he tried to lift her from his body.
“Oh, yeah,” he said, standing and scooping her into his arms. “I want more room.” This was the first time he’d ever had a woman in his bed in this house. He’d mentally reserved it for the right time, the right woman. Every fiber of his being was screaming at him that this was the woman and the moment.
Josh Wheeler hadn’t come to this small-town diner looking for romance—this was a business trip—but when Chelsea Patterson walks up to his table work takes a back seat in a hurry. By the end of the day, Josh is absolutely sure of one thing: Chelsea is something special. After years spent resisting the advances of women enchanted only by his money, he isn’t going to let a girl like this slip through his fingers. The feisty waitress needs a man to tame her and Josh is more than ready to be that man, even if it means taking her over his knee for a good, hard spanking.
The last thing Chelsea needs is another guy trying to get into her pants, but Josh is like no man she has known before. It isn’t the helicopter rides to his mansion or the private chef which impress her. What sets her heart racing is the way he looks at her like a man who wants her—all of her—not as a good time for a night but as his for life.
And then there are the spankings… Chelsea never suspected that the mere threat of one could leave her blushing and weak in the knees, but she can barely contain her desire when Josh makes it clear that he is the kind of man who will bare her bottom and spank her soundly when she is naughty. But when Josh asks her to leave her job and move in with him after only a few weeks, Chelsea’s initial doubts resurface. Could he really want her as anything more than a trophy?
“Josh, put me down! I didn’t mean it!”
Ignoring her, he sat on one of the desks, not even bothering to remove the plastic paint protector. “Didn’t I tell you that it was naughty to throw paint at people?” He flipped her over his knee.
“Wait! What are you doing?” Was he actually going to spank her?
“I’m going to spank your cute behind.” He ran his hand over her round bottom.
“But you can’t!” she squeaked.
“Oh, I think I can. You do the crime, you pay the time.” He brought his hand down with a loud smack.
“Oh my God! You actually smacked me!” She kicked her legs and wriggled sideways. Chelsea tried to get off his knee, but not very hard. Shock hit her hard, but she wasn’t horrified; that surprised her. Surely she didn’t want him to spank her over his knee like she was five years old. Did she? Another sharp smack fell to match the first and she couldn’t think straight.
“Oh my God!” he mimicked with a chuckle. “Just remember why you’re here, missy; you actually flicked paint at me. Twice.” His hand bounced off her blue jeans in a flurry of spanks.
“Stop that!” she squealed, laughing at the same time.
“You, little minx, don’t get to decide when I stop.”
Those words rang in Chelsea’s ears. Little minx. She was still digesting the fluttery feeling the nickname gave her as another flurry of spanks got her attention. Her bottom was definitely getting warmer and her girly bits were tingling. An insistent throb between her legs got more intense every time Josh’s hand connected. She wanted to touch herself to relieve that dreadful ache. Better still, she wanted him to touch her. Who would have thought that a spanking could feel so good? Chelsea was so distracted with need that she didn’t even notice that Josh had stopped swatting the back of her jeans.
“I hope you’ll be a good girl now,” Josh said, holding her hips between his legs after he’d helped her to stand. “I wouldn’t want to have to take down those jeans and spank your bare bottom.”
Oh my God, she was unable to put together a thought, she was so turned on by this game. “Um, define good.” Shit, had she said that out loud? She was trying to think of a way to explain what she was thinking without telling the truth. What she really wanted to do was be anything but good so he would take down her jeans, but telling Josh that would be embarrassing beyond belief. She tried to reverse her statement’s damage. “I mean yes, I’ll be good.” Geez Louise, had she lost the power to control her mouth, or was it just her thoughts?
Josh burst out laughing.
Could he read her mind? She felt odd, but good odd, not bad odd. “Oh,” a small moan escaped as he pinched her freshly spanked cheeks.
“I think you like being a naughty girl.”
She was speechless, which was just as well because his lips lowered to hers. He kissed her good and hard, bringing back the tingle, making her want to grind her crotch against him. By the time she’d managed to get herself together, he had moved and set her down where he’d been sitting.
“Like I said. Be a good girl, or else.” He picked up the paint roller and started working again.
“Maybe,” she said, almost under her breath.
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