Page 132 of Forgotten Promise

John chuckled. “Spoken like a true Hawaiian.”

“If we go to Scotland, the two of you will wear too many clothes,” she said.

“Speaking of Hawaii.” Benjamin pulled up real estate listings on Oahu, and John, who thought he was impossible to shock, thanks to L.A. real estate prices, almost fell out of his chair when Benjamin started discussing the market prices.

Kailani’s current house was in the Nu’uanu Valley in the center of the island. Benjamin found a house in Kaneohe—John made a note to start studying how to pronounce Hawaiian words and names—that had views of both Kaneohe Bay on one side, and the vegetation-covered mountains on that other. With eight bedrooms, five bathrooms, and six thousand square feet, it actually looked like a fairly normal house, except for the size, but the price…

John lunged for Benjamin’s phone when the man casually said, “Look, there’s a buy-now button.”

John managed to yank the phone away, thankfully discovering that there wasn’t actually a buy-now button for real estate.

“Asshole,” John said, stealing Kailani’s term of endearment for their husband, while she laughed.

Despite the fancy meal, they were dressed casually, wearing what they’d put on upon their return to the room after massages left them loose and lethargic. For him and Benjamin, that meant loose-fitting shorts…sans shirts. Kailani had slipped on a lightweight sundress…sans bra.

All they had to lose were three pieces of clothing between the three of them and they’d be completely naked.

Rising, Kailani walked over to John, her nails scraping along his back as she kept moving around the table until she was standing between him and Benjamin.

“Am I to assume dinner is over?” Benjamin asked.

They’d all finished eating, though they hadn’t had the dessert course yet.

“Dessert in bed?” Kailani suggested.

That was all John had to hear.

“Later,” he said, pushing his chair away from the table but not rising. “First, it’s time to tie up loose ends.”

Kailani tilted her head, confused.

“There’s still the issue of your punishment.”

His words hovered in the air for just a split second before he reached up, gripped Kailani’s arm, and pulled her onto his lap. She didn’t have time to settle there before he flipped her over, face down.

“What the f—” Her words were cut off when he lifted her dress and placed two hard smacks on her bare ass.

Kailani tried to push herself upright, but he didn’t relent, holding her down with a firm hand between her shoulder blades.

“You said you would accept your punishment,” he reminded her, though he didn’t seek to continue the spanking.

Kailani stilled. “I did,” she admitted after a moment.

John ran his fingers along her slit, grinning to himself when he discovered how wet she was.

Kailani sighed blissfully, parting her legs to grant him better access. “More,” she demanded when he stopped stroking her.

“That’s hardly a punishment,” John said, looking over at Benjamin, who remained in his seat, watching…waiting.

“I can help,” Benjamin offered. “Hold her down for you across the table.”

John shook his head. “No. You’re being punished too, remember?”

Benjamin scowled. “How?”

“You can look, but you can’t touch. Can’t join in.”

Benjamin was ready to argue that point, but John cut him off.

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