Chapter Four
I dreamed about spanking. Not surprising considering the subject looms large in my mind. I found myself in a meeting with one woman and two men.
“Why do you want a spanking?” the woman asked. She wore a prim black suit with a crisp white shirt. Her blue eyes glinted with intelligence from behind horn-rimmed glasses.
I stiffened, my spine hitting the back of the chair. It was her attitude, her intense scrutiny. She made me feel like a freak.
The men sitting with us laughed, whispered asides to one another.
“Spanking is kinky.” The woman’s tone implied not normal.
“It’s hard to explain,” I said. “I read an erotic romance where the hero spanked his heroine. Just reading about their romance made me hot all over. It made me consider the possibilities. The couple bonded. They seemed so intimate. They communicated. The couple was close and attuned to each other’s needs. I wanted that.”
“A book?” the woman scoffed. “You got all this from a book?”
“She’s confusing fiction with reality,” a dark-haired man said.
“Bottom line, she’s weird,” the second man said.
“Haw. Haw! Bottom line.” The dark-haired man smirked. “She wants a few thwacks on her ass, and you call it thebottom line. It’s her ass all right, her bottom.” He leaned over and poked my hip with his forefinger.
Suddenly I was naked.
Applause rang through the room. I whirled around and found myself face-to-face with hundreds of men. They varied in age, but had one thing in common.
A leer.
I let rip with a horrified shriek.
“Maggie. Maggie!”
Her eyes flew open, heart pounding.
“Are you okay? You were screaming.”
“Connor?” Maggie realized she was naked, the cotton sheet pooled at her waist. With a gasp, she grabbed the sheet and tucked it around her breasts. She inched away from Connor. The events of the previous night came back to her. They’d made love…had sex. Thefriends with benefitsthing.
“Don’t you think it’s a little late for that? I’ve seen you, touched you.” Connor’s voice grew husky. “Kissed you.” The amusement twinkling in his eyes intensified. “I’ve explored your body, babe. I know what you like, the little sounds you make when you come.”
Maggie closed her eyes, heart pumping far too fast. She’d done it now, slept with him.
All night.
He hadn’t run off to sleep in another room.
Greg had never liked sleeping the entire night in the same bed with her.
“You’re shaking.” Connor drew her into his arms and pressed her against his chest. “Are you going to tell me why you woke up screaming?”
Maggie swallowed, recalling the vulnerable sensation of sitting naked in front of a fully dressed crowd. She imagined how coming out about her interest in spanking would make her feel the same way. Exposed.
What would Connor think if she asked him to spank her?
Greg had thought little of the idea. But now it was all she could think about. A rush of heat exploded in her lower belly. She opened her mouth to speak and shut it again, hiding her face to mask her topsy-turvy emotions. The need to continue with her experiments in spanking ate at her. Giving up wasn’t an option.
“Aren’t you talking to me today?”
Maggie lifted her head to meet his gaze. “I had a weird dream. I was disorientated when I woke.”
