Page 7 of Wedding Daddy

“No. As a matter of fact, I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Then you need to be careful that you don’t ask these questions to the wrong person.”

“And who is the wrong person?”

“Someone who will give you exactly what you are asking for.”

“Are you the wrong person, then?”

“You need to stop asking me things like that.”

“Why?” she leaned forward. “Are you going to punish me if I don’t?”

“Maybe I will,” he said, his eyes gleaming. “Trust me when I say you don’t want that.”

“Why not? How do you plan on punishing me?” She sounded out of breath and felt a tingle run down her spine.

“Well, I was thinking I could get the hostess to take you back to economy. Or I could turn you over my knee and give you the spanking you’re clearly asking for.”

Jill felt a rush of wetness between her legs, and her nipples instantly turned hard. “You could do that.”

“Thinking about it now, I don't think that’s a good way to punish you since something tells me you’ll enjoy that.”

“You don’t know that.” She didn’t either. She’s never been spanked in her life, and until a few moments ago, she had never even considered it as something she could be into. Now, it was all she could think of, and she couldn’t believe she wanted this man to bend her over his knees and spank her. “But I’m willing to try if you are.”

He chuckled. “What are you doing here? What do you hope to get out of this?”

“I don’t know. Fun...”

“And this is your idea of fun?”

“It could be.” She twisted her fingers in her lap, suddenly feeling vulnerable. “All I’ve done in the past three years is study hard and work my ass off. Three years in college and I barely have any memories to make up for it. Didn’t attend any parties or hooked up for the hell of it.”

“And this is your way of making up for it?”

She shrugged. “It’s okay if you’re not into it. Let’s be honest, it’s quite silly of me to think you’ll be interested in me anyway.”

“Trust me when I say my interest in you is not the problem,” he said, and she felt a hot shiver wash over her. It wasn’t just what he said, but the way he said it as his eyes held her captive. There was no mistaking what his intentions were. “I just don’t think it’s a good idea for you and me to go there.”

“Why not? I promise to go slow if you’re worried you won’t be able to keep up.”

He burst into laughter, the sound deep, rich, and so primordially male it sent every female part of her into overdrive. It also made her wonder if she was the one who would struggle to keep up with him. He did look very fit.

“No, I’m not worried about that,” he replied.

“What is it, then? Because you have to admit, I’ve done some things to deserve getting spanked.”

“Yeah, like what?”

She leaned across their seat, her face close to his, aware that with the shirt she was wearing all he needed to do to get a very good view of her cleavage was to look down. So far, he didn’t seem to be taking the bait. “Got to the airport late...”

“Happens to the best of us,” he said with a shrug.

“I was rude to you back at the airport.”

“So was I?”

“I didn’t take my car in for a checkup, and I know that pissed you off.” Her eyes gleamed. “You know, for a moment there, I thought you were going to spank me right in the middle of the airport.”

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