Page 50 of Bargain with the Irish Devil

"Snitch," I grumble.

"If I didn’t, he would have been mad at the both of us." She shrugs.

Without the thought of money hanging over my head, things went much faster after that. The bed I picked out is a gorgeous reproduction of a Tudor-style four-poster bed with a carved wooden headboard and a covered canopy in a deep, rich oak. I figure it will ground the room since I'm definitely going with wallpaper that's close to what's in my current room.

The rest of the furniture is easier, and I give in to the gorgeous velvet chaise lounge in a light pink for in front of the window. Two hours later, I've spent so much I fight down panic that comes when everything is totaled up. We're promised delivery two days from now.

I'm sad when we get home, and Declan is nowhere to be found. I tell Aoife I'm going to work on the audit.

"Oh no, Declan said you were done for the day. He doesn't want you working so hard. You're to have a nice long soak or something."

"That's silly. It's hardly manual labor."

“On your own head be it.” She sighs and shakes her head as I go into the office. "What will you have for dinner?"

I shrug. "Something Declan loves is fine with me. I don't have any preference."

I'm still working more than an hour later when the door to the office is opened suddenly.

I whirl around to find Declan looking mad. "I made it clear you were to relax. No more working. Aoife said she told you, and you ignored it."

Something is very wrong with me to be so wet at the dark look in his eyes as he stalks me across the room. "I’m?—"

"Averybad girl." My core floods with wet heat at the silky, dark words. "I think it's time for a spanking."

I'm shaking my head even as my body craves it. I have no doubt this won't be like the spanking he gave me while we were making love. It's going to hurt. I don't understand why I’m so freaking wet.

"I'm sorry, Declan. I'll be good. I promise."

"I wish I could believe you. But I don't." His hand is in his pocket. He pulls out something and presses the button. Seeing my confusion, he nods to a corner of the room. "To turn off the cameras. I don't want anyone seeing your sexy ass being turned red by my hand."

"What?" I can't believe him. "You've been watching me on cameras?"

He nods and smiles. Asshole. "It started as a way to make sure you didn't do anything with the ledgers you weren't supposed to. But it quickly became an addiction to be able to see you anytime I wanted to. The way you tilt your head and bite the end of the pen shouldn't be as sexy as it is. I’ve jacked off to video of you."

I blush, "You used video of me working to..."

"To make myself come. Yes, I did. I didn't want to think of anyone but you. Now, be a good girl and bend over the desk with your ass out."

Declan

She's wearing a shirt dress in sky blue. It's almost like she's wearing one of my shirts. I like it. I'm going to call Lydia tomorrow for more of these. Ah, my sweet girl's eyes are wide with trepidation and lust. Her nipples press against the dress hard for my mouth. Taking a deep breath, she turns her back on me, bends over the desk, and raises the dress to present me with her delicious ass.

"There's my good girl."I praise her the way she deserves.

The flush that sweeps across her face has my cock aching as I study her ass. She's wearing silk French knickers. I like the way they give a peek of the curve of her ass. Hooking my fingers around the waistband, I draw them slowly down and allow them to fall around her ankles.

I run a hand over the soft globe of her ass.She's tensing, preparing for the smack."Relax, baby, if you tense up, it will hurt worse. Just like the first time I fucked you."

A trembling sigh comes from her as she exhales all her tension. "There you go. You'll take the spanking, and it will hurt. If you want one in the future, have no doubt I'll be happy to do it again. But this time, it is a punishment. Why am I punishing you, Miranda?"

"Because I didn't follow your instructions." She whispers.

"Why did I give you those instructions?" My hand sweeps from one cheek to the other, squeezing each one as I do.

She's quiet for so long I wonder if she finally understands."Because you don't want me to work too hard."

"Why?"

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