Page 81 of Until I Find You

I don’t envy Laney having to deal with two tipsy partners. One would be more than enough for me. “All right, let’s get out of here before sibling rivalry pokes its nasty head into the conversation. See ya next week, guys! And nice to meet you, Camilla. I’m sure we’ll be seeing more of you.”

Both Seth and I say goodbye to the boys, but Jack remains silent.

Seth looks between the two of us. “Well, I’m glad things are going so well. With the…business.”

The way he says business and his imploring gaze suggests he knows more. Suspects more, maybe. But I won’t give Seth that satisfaction. I smile. “You know how it is. A lot to get done, not a lot of time.”

“Yeah, I do. Definitely do.” He starts to back out of the room. “Seriously, Jack, be good to her.”

Jack inclines his head toward his friend. “I will be.”

“And you–” Seth jabs his finger in my direction. “Give him hell.”

I chuckle. “Bye.”

I keep my eyes fixed on the spot where Seth was until I hear the front door shut for the final time.

The silence that surrounds us is murky. Unknown territory. I want to say something but have nothingtosay. So, I wait. And wait.

My time is at Jack’s mercy. Under his control.

As it should be.

“You…” he says, voice crawling up from his belly, low and languid. “You have been a very bad girl.”

I force myself to look at Jack across the room.

The lighting is low, casting shadows across his face. He grips the arm of his chair so hard I believe he might be able to rip the whole thing to pieces.

Though he is upset with me, I am relieved. I know telling the story of Hawaii was a risk. I didn’t divulge any of the details of our relationship beyond business. Of course, I didn’t. Still, though, I played with fire.

Now I get burnt.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I say in a soft, higher tone. My blood races, flaming my inside.

Jack shakes his head. “That won’t be good enough, I’m afraid.”

I breathe.

His eyes glint up to mine. “You need to be punished.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I do need punishment. I’m desperate for one. My eagerness for consequence sends a thrum through my groin.

Jack sits up a bit straighter, tosses his dark hair out of his face, and lifts his chin. “Do you think a spanking will suffice?”

I resist a smile. Because even in punishing me, he’s caring for me. Making sure I am consenting to a territory we have never treaded. “Yes, Daddy.”

Jack releases his grip on the arms of the chair and pats his lap. “Come here, baby girl. Lay across Daddy’s lap.”

I go to him with my eyes downcast. When I reach him, he takes one of my hands and kisses the back of it. The kiss feels like a tattoo across my skin. A claim.

“You know, I don’t want to have to punish you, but it’s for your own good.”

“I know, Daddy.”

Jack drapes me over his lap, belly down, my ass in the air. One hand slides down the back of my dress and over my ass. He pulls the skirt up and sucks in a breath when he sees the lacy pantiesI’ve chosen. A thong that’s tucked away between my cheeks. Perfect for the purpose of a spanking since he doesn’t have to pull them down. His touch is soft as he explores the globe of my ass.

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