I think about the dark red splotches on her ass from my paddle. Then her ass as a round hot ball. I don’t know if she’ll bruise, but she’ll definitely be sore. If she turns out to be FBI and I spanked an agent into uncontrollable sobbing, it’ll be one for the books.
“What are you smiling about?”
I turn my head and find her standing at the edge of the living room, wrapped in the blanket.
“Why are you up? Go back to bed.”
“I’m not tired. I want to know what happens next.”
My gaze rakes over her, wishing I had an excuse to strip her of that blanket. Even though I know there are dangerous unknowns where she’s concerned, my body’s indifferent to the danger. All my body registers is its relentless attraction to her. I’ve been hard since I tied her down.
“What do you want to happen next?”
She blinks, speechless at first. I’d pay ten grand—no, more—to know what’s going through her head.
“You could let me go.”
“Try again, little girl.”
Her brows rise. “Little girl?”
I shrug. “You look like a girl wrapped in that blanket. Pick it up so it’s not dragging on the floor.”
“I need clothes,” she says.
“I’m open to negotiations.”
She stares at me, but doesn’t take the bait. Too bad.
“Seriously though. What now? You got what you wanted. Are you going to let me go?”
Yeah, Trick? What are you going to do with this beautiful girl who almost stung you and still could if you’re caught with her?
I draw in a big breath, exhale, and shrug. I know what I should do. I should get her out of my place immediately.
“It’ll take some time to confirm that you told me the truth. When I ask the FBI what they’re doing, they’re never forthcoming.”
“You talk to them?”
“Sometimes. C thinks it’s a bad idea to bait them, but you know, when someone pokes me, I like to return the favor.” My eyes are heavy on her face. She poked me. I would very much like to poke back, right between her gorgeous thighs.
“Well, I’ve told you what you wanted to know. Your investigation into what the FBI is doing doesn’t need to involve me anymore. The next time Milt Schager calls, I won’t pick up. Can I have my phone?”
“He’d probably like to know that I brought you here and spanked your pretty ass. That could give him an opening.”
“I think your trigger-happy ways have given him all the opening he needs. Your kinky love life isn’t likely to get his attention under the circumstances, is it?”
Love life. I like the sound of that. She’s not using the word assault. I’m betting she doesn’t realize how revealing that is.
“Go back to bed, Laurel, before I give you something more useful to do.”
“Such as?”
“Such as sucking my cock.” I can’t help but push, to see where it gets us. As usual, I’m all in, no matter how dangerous the game.
She blinks and a flush creeps into her cheeks. “As if I would.”
I smirk, dismissing her rejection.
