Chapter Two
Dear Kinky Lover,
What do you mean about common interests?
You’re right. I need a man who engages my interestoutsideof the bedroom and enjoys the same things I do. I like walking on the beach, watching rugby (I’m a New Zealander, so a love of rugby goes with the territory, right?), cooking and reading.
For a lover, I want a man who will dominate me, show me his love and understanding by taking control and becoming responsible for my pleasure. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t want a bully. I don’t want a man who will traumatize me, although I’m not averse to a little pain. You can’t have spanking without some soreness. I want to feel the sweet tingle after my lover spanks me, and savor the sting when I take a seat and eat at my favorite restaurant. I want to see the rosy blush on my ass when I glance in the mirror. I want that as much as I desire a kiss and the soft stroke of my lover’s fingers across my face.
I’m smiling now, since this is probably more than you wanted to learn about me. Thanks for visiting my blog.
Big Bad Ass
Connor couldn’t restrain his smile of victory. Despite his exhaustion, he felt the urge to jump to his feet and boogie. He controlled himself, not wanting to attract attention from his two flatmates.
So Maggie was spreading her wings. About time. Exhilaration pulsed through him, making him feel as if he could leap tall buildings without breaking stride.
He scanned her email again, his smile widening. A plan. He’d have to take things easy so he didn’t frighten her away.
Spanking.
Damn, that was different. Reaction arced through his body, heading straight to his cock. He gripped the arms of the office chair, breathing carefully. Even so, each breath emerged in a harsh gasp, as if he’d indulged in strenuous exercise.
He couldn’t say if the idea of spanking or thinking about having sex with Maggie spiked his arousal. After his childhood experiences and his parents’ subsequent divorce, striking a woman seemed plain wrong.
Maggie. It had to be Maggie.
Lucky for him, he’d given in to his impulse and dragged her to the gym. It was a starting point, a way to keep close contact with her outside of work. Rugby was another way of seeing her regularly. The rest of his plan would come later. The last thing he wanted was to scare her into the arms of another man.
He’d always liked Maggie, enjoyed her shy sense of humor. He couldn’t wait to run his hands through her long, dark brown hair and see it loose, spread across his pillow, her golden-brown eyes twinkling up at him. Her curvy figure haunted his dreams. She looked hot and sexy in her exercise gear. He’d noticed other guys at the gym checking her out, which hadn’t pleased him. Yeah, time to make his move, and for once the timing worked fine because he was between girlfriends.
The spanking part he’d deal with later.
Connor picked up his cell phone and called Julia. She lived closest to him.
“This had better be good, Connor Grey. It’s only seven in the morning.” Her words emerged as a tiger-like snarl, the sort that came from pain.
“Headache?”
“No thanks to you,” she muttered. “Have another drink. One more won’t make any difference. You lied!” The outraged mockery brought a grin to his face.
“I prescribe coffee,” Connor said. “Strong and black.”
“Why didn’t you warn me about that hurricane shot?” Julia moaned.
“I didn’t force you to drink another cocktail at the pub,” Connor said, “or the bottle of wine at Susan’s.” He heard her snicker.
“Fair enough,” she said.
He changed the subject. “You guys coming to watch our game this afternoon?”
“With this headache?” The sharp note had him cursing under his breath. The woman was no slouch in the brain department. He’d have to tread carefully. He wasn’t ready for his feelings about Maggie to go public.
“We need all the support we can get,” Connor admitted. “Frankly, our team sucks. We need someone on our side.”
“If there’s coffee involved,” Julia said. “I might be persuaded to round up a team of supporters.”
Connor checked his watch. “Coffee will be there in fifteen minutes.”
