Page 85 of Romancing the Rifleman
About him.And what he liked.
And she’d married him anyway.
From her perch in his lap, words tumbled from Diana’s lips.“I’m sorry.I should have told you from the start.It’s just that I was embarrassed, and… In retrospect, perhaps I shouldn’t have looked at it at all.But after my father died, I suddenly found myself on the Marriage Mart, facing the prospect of an imminent wedding, and I had so little information!I merely wanted to learn about the acts I might soon be expected to perform.And I thought it was just a book.I didn’t realize it would be personally revealing in any way.”Her eyes were beseeching.“Truly, Harrington.I’m sorry.”
“It’s all right.”He gave her a quick kiss on the forehead.“It’s natural that you were curious.I can’t say I’m pleased about my little sisters knowing that I, er…” He cleared his throat.“But it occurred to me… you saw that page.The one where I’d turned down the corner.So… you already knew.”
“About your proclivities?”At his nod, she continued, “I certainly suspected.”
He could hear the disbelief in his own voice.“And you still wanted to marry me.”
“I did,” she said fiercely.“I meant it when I said I don’t care about that.”
“I’m so glad, I just…” He ran a hand across his face.“I suppose, if I’m being honest, I’m having a hard time believing it.”
Diana studied him with that all-knowing gaze of hers.“I can see that.I think there’s only one thing to do.”She rose from his lap and walked toward the front door.
“What’s that?”Harrington asked.
She was rummaging around in the umbrella stand.“I’m going to prove it to you.”
“Prove it to me?How are you going to…”
The words died on his lips as Diana turned, the object she’d been searching for in her hand.
It was a riding crop.
“Well?”she said, offering him a wicked smile.
With each passing second, Diana felt more ridiculous.Harrington was gaping at her.His mouth was hanging open, and if he didn’t shut it soon, she was fairly certain the drop of saliva forming in the corner of his mouth was going to fall.
She thought that, perhaps, it was an interested kind of gaping.Although it was difficult to be sure.
Something occurred to her, and she dropped her gaze to the falls of his trousers and?—
Ahem.There was noperhapsabout it.
It wasdefinitelyan interested kind of gaping.
Her confidence buoyed, she took a seductive step toward him.“Well?How about it?”When she reached the sofa, she reached out with the crop, stroking the side of his neck.
“Diana,” he said in a choked voice, “let me make sure I understand.Are you offering to… to spank me?”
She gave him what she hoped was a seductive smile.“That’s precisely what I’m offering.”
His breath was coming fast.“You… you don’t have to do that.”
She tucked the crop beneath her arm and swung a leg over him to kneel straddling his lap.She reached straight for the bulge tenting his trousers, stroking him through the woolen fabric, and his head fell back with a groan.“It seems that you would like it if I did.”
He was gasping for air.“I’ve only been dreaming about you standing over me with a crop for the last three years.”
“Hmm.”She leaned in, kissing his ear.“What else have you been dreaming about?”
He drew back, his eyes unfocused with pleasure.“You’re sure about this?”
She gave his cock another stroke.“Yes.”
She relished his gasp.“Absolutely sure?”
