Page 5 of His Naughty Valentine
Kaden had spanked her!
She tried to process the events, place them in order, and make some sense of what had just happened. He’d always been dominant, but he’d never given her more than one or two slaps at a time, and those were delivered in innocent play. Or so she thought. Was he a spanko too?
She sensed his strong presence behind her. Though she dared not turn around, she knew he was seated on the couch, observing her every move. The minutes crept by at an agonizing pace. Surely an hour had passed. She longed to talk to Kaden about what had happened. Not because she hadn’t liked it—she’d freaking loved it—but because she needed to understand his reasons.
Did the idea of spanking her turn him on? Was it purely sexual or did it delve into the realm of true disciplinary spankings? Either way, she wouldn’t judge him. Hell, she wanted to bury her face in the solid comfort of his chest and cry tears of happiness. He was more than her true love and soul mate. He was her kinky kindred spirit, or so it seemed.
“Time’s up.”
Her breath hitched and she turned around halfway. “May I please fix my skirt in place, sir?”
“You may.”
She winced as the material brushed over her sore flesh. After she bent to pull up her thong, she straightened her skirt again and turned to face Kaden. He stood up and approached her, his gaze intense.
“Come here.” He opened his arms, beckoning her inside his circle of warmth and comfort.
Lacey’s lip quivered unexpectedly. Emotion welled up in her chest, as well as a wondrous sense of relief, and she flung herself into his embrace. They hugged in the middle of the room, no words passing between them. She had a million questions, but didn’t have the heart to end the intimate moment.
The minutes crept by again, but this time it wasn’t agonizing. Sighing, she turned her head, allowing her ear to rest over his heart. She inhaled his familiar masculine scent while listening to the steady beating of his heart. This was home. Their wedding couldn’t come soon enough. She couldn’t wait to be Mrs. Kaden Prescott.
As her eyes aimlessly roamed the living room, she caught sight of her laptop on a side table. How strange. She could’ve sworn she’d left it in the bedroom. Kaden had gone to his office to answer a few emails last night and she’d sat in bed, surfing the net. She’d checked her social media accounts, email, bought a sexy pair of pumps, and—oh fucking God.
She’d looked at spanking pictures. Not only that, but she wasn’t certain she’d closed the files.
A surge of white-hot anger stole through her.
“You jerk!” She escaped his embrace and backed up, placing her hands on her hips.
“Excuse me?” To his credit, confusion clouded Kaden’s handsome features.
She stabbed a finger in the direction of her laptop. “You were on my computer!” She paused to run two hands through her hair at the same time, rocking slightly in place as the shock of the truth hit her. “It’s hot pink! I assumed you would keep your grimy man-hands off a girly pink laptop.”
“Grimy man hands?” He fought to suppress a grin, with little success, and crossed his arms over his chest.
“This isn’t funny! I’m so damn mad at you right now, Kaden. How could you snoop around on my laptop like that? I’m completely humiliated. I’ll never be able to look you in the eye again.”
“Why are you being so defensive? So you like spanking. That’s nothing to be embarrassed over. I spent all morning looking at those pictures. Some of them were pretty hot.”
“Oh my God.” Lacey moved past Kaden to sink down on the couch, holding her head in her hands. “Please tell me you didn’t find the stories.”
“Sweetheart, I found them.” He sank down beside her and put an arm around her shoulders. Angry as she still was, Lacey didn’t push him away. Her stomach twisted.
“Why did you use my laptop? You’ve never touched it before.”
“I spilled coffee on mine right before my meeting this morning. Got the black screen of death.” He wrapped his other arm around her front, drawing her against his chest. Though her body remained stiff, she allowed it.
“I wanted to tell you. Really, I did. But I didn’t think you’d understand.”
“I’ll admit it shocked me at first. But after I read a few of the stories and did a little research on the Internet, it started to make sense. It’s your kink. Nothing wrong with it and there’s no need to feel embarrassed. Trust me, I had a raging hard-on from all my research today, and spanking you gave me a raging hard-on too.”
Lacey sighed and relaxed in his hold. “I think I’m gonna cry. I’ve wanted to tell you for so long, but…” Sure enough, a few stupid tears found their way down her cheek. She wiped them away, laughing.
“I’m sorry I invaded your privacy, Lacey. But I really needed to use your laptop, and those pictures were impossible to miss. After that, I was too intrigued, and also a little worried that you weren’t satisfied with our relationship, to just close up your laptop.”
Relief washed over Lacey. She squirmed in her seat, feeling the lingering sting on her bottom. “You have nothing to worry about. I love you.” She paused and a playful spark ignited in her gaze. “You spank hard! I’ll be lucky to sit through work tomorrow.”
He kissed her forehead, chuckling deep in his throat. “Sitting through work will be the least of your problems, baby. I’m about to fuck you so hard, you’ll be lucky to make it out of bed tomorrow.”
