“Should we take them?”
“Yes. I was sure I wanted them, so I broke the rules and tried them on without my own panties underneath.”
“Okay.” He cupped her ass and kneaded it, loving her swift intake of breath. He liked keeping her off-balance, so she never knew when to expect a swift swat on the butt. He didn’t mind it when she did something outrageous as an excuse to earn a spanking, but today he had in mind something different. “I intend to spank you when we get back to your apartment.”
Her eyes rounded. “Why? I haven’t done anything.”
“Do I need a reason?”
“N-no.”
“Expect a spanking, then.”
Connor left the changing room with the set of violet lingerie and a grin on his face. For a man who’d hesitated about hitting a woman, he thought he was doing well. He never felt as if he was spanking her in a bad way. If he ever did it in anger, he’d cross a line. This way, the way that Maggie wanted, made for some hot loving. And afterward, when they cuddled or made love, he’d never felt so close to a woman. The crazy thing was, he could imagine a future with her.
He paid for the lingerie, and Maggie joined him.
“Ready for dinner?”
“I thought you’d changed your mind and we were going home.”
“Not yet. Anticipation is a good thing, babe. What you’re going to do is sit, eat your dinner and consider the coming night.” He stopped her outside the pub and placed his mouth on hers. A slow set of nibbles and licks that drew a groan. Maggie gripped his shoulders, and he took the kiss deeper until a childish giggle reminded him they were in a public place. Even so, he pulled away slowly. “Anticipate,” he reminded her as he opened the door and ushered her inside the English-style pub.
“Did you see that?” Christina asked with a trace of shock in her voice.
“Maggie and Connor… How could she? She denied everything. She stuck up for Julia…”
Together they watched the couple enter the pub, Connor’s hand dropping to rest on Maggie’s butt.
“They’ve been doing this for a while. Look how comfortable they are touching each other,” Christina said.
“She promised. She lied to us! Now I know why things have been weird between the five of us recently,” Susan snapped, taking three steps toward the pub.
Christina yanked her to a stop. “Not now, when we’re angry. Tomorrow.”
