Not if he had anything to do with it. “We’ll have to make sure she doesn’t.”
“How? How are we going to do that? She’s an adult. We can’t make her do anything.”
“We all make mistakes,” Connor drawled. Julia had made him aware of a few problems he hadn’t considered. Spanking. He hadn’t known how to approach the subject with her, and since, she had said nothing, he’d remained silent too. “Maybe we should research this spanking thing,” he said. “Let Maggie know we support her.”
“You can’t let her know we told you,” Julia said. “She’ll never tell us anything if she knows we broke our word.”
“Damn.” An open approach was out for him. He’d have to research on his own.
“I like your idea, though,” Julia said. “The more we know, the better we can help her. Help keep her safe.”
“We must compare notes when she’s not with us,” Connor said.
“All right.”
“And next time you girls go to the pub for margaritas make sure I’m there too.”
“You ready to hear about blue pubic hair?” Julia asked with a smart-ass grin.
Connor’s attention jerked from his computer screen to Julia. “Blue?” he said in a faint voice.
“That’s what I thought.” Julia stood to leave.
“Wait, who has blue pubic hair?”
Julia laughed and tapped her nose. “For me to know and you to find out.”
“Hell, I need a Friday night drink with you guys,” he said. “I’m missing out on the good stuff.”
Maggie hadn’t intended to blog about Connor until he’d teased her. She was still considering the itching powder in his boxers, but this would do until then.
How do you tell someone you’re into kinky sex, that you want them to spank you?
Today I’m feeling like the columnist from Sex and the City. I hooked up with a guy in the weekend. I know him a little bit, but not well. And yes, our relationship is casual. The sex was great. Hot. Blazing hot. The best I’ve had for some time. But all the time we were together, I kept thinking about spanking. I wanted to ask him to spank me. At one stage he swatted me on the butt. Just a teasing thing. It made me so hot I almost came. I wanted more but didn’t know how to ask.
So my question is how do you communicate your spanking needs? And what do you do if spanking horrifies your partner? What do you do if your partner thinks you’re a deviant?
The buzz of Maggie’s doorbell dragged her away from her blogging. It was two minutes after six and she remembered Greg saying he intended to drop by. The sound of a key in her front door made her sign off her blog. She logged off the Internet as she heard footsteps.
“Maggie, are you here?”
A flash of irritation made her scowl. What didn’t Greg understand about over? Sighing, she rose and went to meet him. She had to get her key back from him.
“There you are,” he said. “Why didn’t you answer me?”
“I finished emailing.” The lie slipped out without a qualm. Maybe if she practiced she wouldn’t have such a tough time lying to her friends. Practice made perfect. “Would you like a drink? I’m about to have a glass of wine.”
“You shouldn’t drink alone,” Greg said.
“If you have a glass of wine with me I won’t be alone.” His pompous attitude made her more determined to finish the relationship.
“What is wrong with you? You never used to be so snappy and sarcastic.”
“Because you didn’t used to treat me like a belonging.” She had to get her key back before Greg left so he couldn’t enter her apartment again without her permission.
Greg raked his hand through his hair, leaving the blond curls messy and making him appear more approachable. “Hell, I’m sorry. It’s just you’re acting weird and it threw me. I didn’t mean to hurt you this morning.”
Maggie didn’t reply. She padded into the kitchen and opened the fridge to grab the bottle of Sauvignon Blanc she’d opened the previous night after Connor dropped her off. She poured two glasses and handed one to Greg.
