Page 76 of Fiona and the Fixer

I slapped her ass over her jeans.

“Dax!” she cried again.

“That’s for stealing drugs.”

I spanked her again.

“That’s for going solo.”

Another spank.

“We’ll deal with that later, but right now you’re going to tell me about how your partner was going to frame you,” I said, working her pants down over her hips, taking her panties with them. They gathered around her knees. Perfect. Her legs were trapped.

“What?” she looked over her shoulder at me. Eyes wide, filled with confusion. “Now?”

She didn’t give a shit about the pickle people. She cared that someone was doing something illegal. It could have been the craft night crew who were embezzling funds. If Fiona picked up a whiff of that scent, she’d have looked into them, too.

Her MO had been in place long before she came to Coal Springs.

I smacked her butt again, this time on her bare ass, so the sound was louder.

“Yes. Now.”

She’d mentioned in passing that the reason she liked to work alone was because her partner tried to frame her. Was that really it? It seemed a little deeper than that.

“You tell me the truth like a good girl, you get a reward,” I told her.

She tried to push up, but a hand on her lower back kept her in place.

Her eyes narrowed and she glared. But when I ran afinger down her slit, they went hazy. I put the digit to my mouth and sucked that sweet honey right off. She was always wet and ready for me.

Shit, I was close to coming.

“Partner. Framing. Now,” I gritted out.

“He doesn’t like me,” she snapped.

I smacked the other cheek and now she had matching handprints blooming on her skin. Her hips wiggled and this wasn’t all that much of a punishment if she liked it as much as I thought.

“Not good enough. Bad girl.”

Another spank.

“He’s lazy! He’s a jerk. He lets other people do the work and he gets the credit.”

My finger returned and circled her clit, which was hard and greedy for touches. “Good girl. What else?”

She turned her head and stared down at the desk. “He… thinks I’m too slow. Too methodical.”

Fiona was one of the most impulsive people I’d ever met. She jumped headfirst into everything. Like armed robberies and drug smuggling pickle stores.

“Too by the book.”

Ah, that made more sense. My finger slid down and into her, deep and with a little come-hither curl that I knew she loved. Now when she said my name it was moaned.

She clenched down around me, and I couldn’t wait to have that feeling around my dick. Scalding hot. Wet. Tight.

“That doesn’t explain why he would frame you.” Sweatbroke out on my forehead trying to think and tease and not fuck.

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