Page 67 of Taming Her

“Cheers.” Ray held up his drink, his attention on Ava. “Nice to see you both.”

“You too.” Griff leaned forward, his arm brushing hers and took his drink.

Ray set his brandy back on the table and reached for his cigarettes. He tipped the packet up, several poking out. He took one, then offered the box to Griff.

“No, thanks.” Griff shook his head.

“And you, Ava?” He moved the box in front of her.

Ava stared at them. A familiar longing for nicotine prodded her brain. Not just the hit, but the taste, the action of inhaling, blowing out a stream of smoke. The way the little white stick would feel in her fingers.

She reached for a cigarette.

“Ava.” Griff tightened her lead.

She stared at him, fingers hovering.

“Think about what you are doing.” He raised his eyebrows.

All she could think about, actually, was what he usually did at Cauldron—who he touched, played with, where he put his damn big cock.

She looked at Ray.

A smirk was tipping the left side of his mouth.

“Ava,” Griff said again.

Fuck it.

She took a cigarette and placed it between her lips. Just doing that felt good.

“You little minx.” His voice was low and dangerous. “You’ll pay for that disobedience.”

“Oh, this should be fun.” Ray lit his cigarette and blew out a long dart of smoke.

Ava’s heart suddenly tripped over itself. Shit. What had she done? The last time she’d heard that tone from Griff, she’d gained six welts on her ass. She was stupid, she really was.

“Sorry, Sir.”

“Too fucking late.” Griff grasped her shoulders and in one fast movement dragged her over his wide lap. The cigarette fell to the floor and rolled beneath his chair.

She gasped, her hair falling forward as her ass became the highest point of her body.

“Griff!”

“Be quiet, do not embarrass me further.” He pressed her shoulders, and trapped her against his body.

Oh, fuck. He isn’t going to… not here… surely.

And not with my ass facing Ray, a man I’ve only just met.

Of course Griff was going to spank her. And Ray had known that the moment she’d took the smoke. He’d set her up. Done it for fun, and probably to see her ass.

She wriggled and kicked her heels.

“Stop that.” Again Griff’s tone was low and dangerous. “I mean it.” He shoved at her dress, dragging it over the round of her ass and exposing her slim thong and her bare buttocks.

A swarm of embarrassment besieged her. Being spanked by Griff in the privacy of his home was bad enough. But here, in a club where anyone could see… it was too much.

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