Page 288 of Boots, Bucket Lists & Bad Ideas
“Guesthouse,” I rasp, my mouth brushing her ear. “Now.”
“Don’t forget the clipboard,” she says.
And her fucking robe.
48: THAT’S NOT WHAT CLIPBOARDS ARE FOR
JADE
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WE SHED OUR robes inside the guest house. He lifts me into his arms, carrying me the short distance to the bed, his lips never leaving mine.
“We should stay here all week,” he growls.
“You trying to hide me away?”
“Never. I just don’t want to share you.”
He doesn’t toss me this time. Instead, he lowers me to the bed, dragging himself down with me. My head turns sideways when his mouth claims my neck. The clipboard is beside me, inches from us.
“I want to try something.” My voice quivers just enough to sound like a tease.
He lifts his head, and his gaze follows mine to the clipboard. “You want to write a schedule? A pros and cons list of the reasons why we should stay here? I can show you.”
I take a deep breath. “I want to try spanking.”
His eyes widen.
“Spanking you.” I can’t believe I brave the words.
His eyes really take in the clipboard now. “You want to spank me? With that?”
“Yes.” I bite my lip, trying to hide my nerves.
I’d never ask another soul on the planet. I know that now. I can’t explain why, but with Hart, I know he won’t judge me, or mock me, or hurt me for any kinks, fetishes, or desires I might have.
“Just lightly. We can see if you like it.”
He swallows hard and shifts uncomfortably. “I can tell you right now, I don’t.”
“You’ve tried?”
“I escaped with welts.”
“Then I want you to spank me.”
He freezes and pulls back more, searching my face. “You want me to spank you?”
Heat floods my cheeks, but I don’t look away. “Yes, please.”
His brows knit, unsure. “I’ve never—”
“You’ve never spanked a woman?” Why does my excitement have to sound so chipper?
He shakes his head.
I smile, pushing him off to kneel beside him and grab the clipboard. “Perfect. A first we can do together.” I hand it to him, and he takes it reluctantly.
