Page 2 of His Naughty Valentine
Lacey had porn on her computer. He squinted as he examined each picture. Okay, maybe it wasn’t technically porn. All the images portrayed a man spanking a woman. None of the people were completely naked or depicted in a sex act. And only one of the pictures showed a hint of pussy lips. The men were all fully clothed. Unlike Kaden, who was having a pants-optional day.
Holy shit. His pulse raced faster. Was Lacey into spanking? He gawked, open mouthed, at one picture of a nervous looking woman bent over a desk with her skirt raised. Her bottom was red and a man stood to her side, with a long wooden paddle in hand.
Kaden’s palm tingled as he imagined turning Lacey’s backside pink, or even bright red. He wasn’t opposed to the idea; it had just honestly never occurred to him. Their sex life was exceedingly satisfying. Or so he thought. But maybe she longed for more.
He minimized the pictures, replaced the coffee-logged laptop on his desk with Lacey’s, then joined the meeting five minutes late.
His company distributed medical supply equipment to hospitals and doctors’ offices, and today’s meeting was an important one. Their rival medical supply company was currently under investigation for knowingly distributing faulty products, and now was the perfect time to seal partnerships with new clients. He stared at the men and women seated at an oval table in an office in a high rise building in New York City, and hoped he didn’t babble like an idiot. Normally he was calm and confident during a meeting or a presentation, but the images he’d discovered on his fiancé’s laptop had shaken him in more ways than one.
Lacey liked spanking and he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Somehow, despite seeing a bright red spanked bottom every time he blinked, he managed to get through the meeting and secured a new deal for his company. Without pants, no less. After the meeting concluded, feeling victorious, he found a fresh pair of workout pants and settled back down at Lacey’s laptop, intent to explore.
He paused for a brief moment. Guilt nagged at him. He should respect her privacy, close up her laptop, and walk away. But what if she wasn’t satisfied with their relationship? He had to know.
A quick search of her hard drive produced thousands of pictures. In fact, the spanking pictures were organized in a hidden folder. The folders within had names likehairbrush,paddle,otk,caning,belt, andcorner time. Another hidden folder contained stories about spanking. Kaden scanned some of the stories, his mind open and his cock painfully engorged. Many of the stories were historical and it seemed Lacey had a penchant for the Regency and Victorian eras.
His thoughts traveled to the playful slaps he often gave Lacey. Now that he considered it, a strange look entered her eyes on occasion. Not to mention a beautiful flushing of her face.
He ran a hand through his hair. God, he was an idiot. How had he not seen it before?
Lacey had a little secret.
A naughty secret.
Why hadn’t she told him? Almost seventy-five percent of her hard drive was taken up by spanking pictures and stories. This was no passing fancy. It hurt that she hadn’t shared her kink with him. What was holding her back?
He released a long breath, realization dawning. Maybe she was too embarrassed to confess her naughty secret, and maybe she worried he wouldn’t accept her kink. Whatever her reasons for remaining quiet, he was determined to show her how accepting he could be.
He perused the pictures one last time, a plan forming in his mind.
* * *
A light breeze sent dark locks flying around Lacey’s face as she stood on her tiptoes to place the red heart-shaped wreath on the front door of McBurney Financial Services. Stepping back, she surveyed the Valentine’s Day window clingers from the outside.Perfect. Now all her clients would be treated to a cheerful visual of her favorite holiday before stepping inside for financial advice. Well, they were in for a treat when they stepped inside too. She’d already hung about twenty glittering paper hearts from the ceiling. Shivering, she raced in the door and found her way to her desk, ready to take on the day.
Amy, who was Lacey’s cousin and partner in the business, arrived several minutes later. “I’m not sure, but I think it’s almost Valentine’s Day,” Amy said sarcastically as she set a briefcase on the floor and began taking her jacket off.
Lacey grinned and sat back in her chair. “Oh come on, cuz! Hearts and love and little boxes of chocolate candy. What’s not to love about Valentine’s Day?”
“All of the above.” Amy gestured at the large front window plastered with hearts and images of Cupid with his bow and arrows. “I’m using all my willpower to keep from puking right now.”
“Very funny.” Lacey stuck her tongue out, but quickly composed herself as the door opened and a client strolled in.
Work was work, long but satisfying. It brought Lacey joy to help others plan their financial future, and even more joy when she helped someone dig their way out of trouble. By the time her eleventh client left at a quarter of five, she was ready for a hot bath and a relaxing evening with Kaden. Her heart skipped a beat when she thought of the single slap he’d delivered to her bottom this morning. It had stung, more so than most of the playful slaps he gave her.
How would he react if she confessed to wanting more?
As she drove home, the guilt Lacey had experienced this morning returned with a vengeance. In fact, she felt so guilty that she didn’t mind the downtown traffic jam or having the luck to get stuck at every stoplight. It gave her extra time to consider whether or not she should confess her deepest, naughtiest secret to her soon-to-be husband. This morning, she’d promised herself yet again that she would tell him soon, but she couldn’t stop the doubts from parading through her mind.
In the driveway of the new home she’d recently moved into with Kaden, she gripped the steering wheel as her thoughts wandered. God, she loved him. Even if he wasn’t interested in her spanking kink, she still wanted to marry him. She’d been holding back from telling him though, partially out of fear of rejection and partially out of embarrassment.
What if he thought she was sick in the head? She couldn’t bear to see disgust or rejection in his eyes. Not like Nick, the prude she’d dated before Kaden. Mr. Prudiepants’ horrified reaction to her love of all things spanking had left her with so much baggage she’d been reluctant to date ever again. But she’d fallen head over heels for Kaden when they’d met two summers ago at a barbeque hosted by a mutual friend, and the rest was history.
Gathering her briefcase and purse, she took a deep breath and got out of the car.Tomorrow, she thought,I’ll tell him tomorrow. Her inner voice snarled at her with ayeah, honey, sure you willas she climbed the porch steps. She rolled her eyes at the battle she was fighting with herself, the same battle she’d been waging since she realized how much she loved Kaden.
The warmth of the house enveloped her, easing her tension if only a little. Her heels clicked on the ceramic tile floor in the entryway, where she tossed her purse and briefcase on a bench along with her jacket.
“Honey, I’m home!” On her way to the kitchen, she lost her uncomfortable heels and sighed with pleasure when her feet touched the plush carpet of the living room.
“There’s my girl.” Kaden descended the staircase, fully dressed—much to Lacey’s surprise. On the days he worked from home, he never got fully dressed. She admired how masculine and yummy he looked in a pair of faded jeans and a beige sweater stretching over his broad chest. His dark hair appeared damp from a recent shower, and as he pulled her close, she inhaled the fresh scent of his body wash. He must’ve just finished showering after his daily workout.
