He nodded.
Spencer Elliott speechless. That didn’t happen often.
Maybe she should pull up a chair. This was one of the best things she’d witnessed in a while.
When Archer and Spencer finally left, Violet spent the rest of the day counting down the minutes until she could close the store. She didn’t even wait until four, opting to close the doors a few minutes early because she was antsy, restless. Eager.
She couldn’t remember ever doing that before. She loved her store, loved working there, loved interacting with her town. Aside from her cats and her family, nothing made her happier.
Until Simon Jennings rocked her freaking world.
By spanking her.
He actually spanked her.
What was more disbelieving was how much she liked it. It wasn’t like the first night they were together when he spanked her right before he fucked her. That had been a heat-of-the-moment thing. Yeah, she had liked it then, too. But today… There was something filthy about the way he’d bent her over, pulled down her panties, and spanked her ass.
Crazy as it was, she wanted him to do it again.
“I’m losin’ my mind,” she told Harry and Hermione as she filled their bowls and got them fresh water.
She’d read plenty of erotic romances that involved spanking scenes, and yeah, they could sometimes cause a tingle. But she never imagined she would find herself in that position. In fact, she found herself daydreaming about the dirtiest, filthiest things that Simon might do to her and she was anxiously anticipating everything.
A knock sounded on her door. She glanced at the clock and frowned. It was only four-thirty, and Simon said he wasn’t coming over until five.
Harry trotted to the front door, tail wagging. In another life, she would swear he’d been a dog.
“Hey,” she said when she opened the door to find Simon on the other side.
He held up a plastic bag. “I know I’m early.”
He was early. But why didn’t he sound happy about it?
She smiled, pushing the screen door open and stepping out of the way. “Couldn’t stay away, huh?”
His eyebrows rose as he walked into the house, heading straight for the kitchen.
A little confused by his abruptness, Violet closed the door behind him and followed.
The second she stepped into the kitchen, she found herself in his arms, his mouth crushed to hers.
“I spent the entire day thinkin’ about you,” he mumbled against her mouth.
Violet grabbed his head, kissing him hard, letting him know she had the same problem. The next thing she knew, they werein her bedroom, the door closing as Simon’s hands slid beneath her skirt, squeezing her ass.
“Did Archer come by the store today?” he asked, walking her backward toward the bed.
“Yes.”
He groaned, his lips trailing fire across her neck. “Take off your clothes.”
She waited until he released her before pulling her shirt over her head.
“Now, Vi,” he said hastily. “I need you naked.”
There was an intensity to his words she hadn’t heard before.
“Is somethin’ wrong?” she asked.
