Page 71 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

Once they have caught their breath, Troy rolls off Hallie onto his back, pulling her with him until she’s snuggled against his side, left leg and arm thrown across his body as she uses his arm as her pillow.

She doesn’t remember sharing as intimate of a moment with any other human being as she is sharing with Troy Jackson in the afterglow of their first time making love. She’s read her share of romance novels on the boring bus tour drives, but she always thought the passion authors would put in the stories was pure fiction since she had never come close to feeling about another man the way a heroine is supposed to feel about her hero. Here, in Troy’s arms, she’s now a believer. This is what love is supposed to feel like. Troy is her hero. It should scare her, but it feels too perfect to be afraid.

Troy speaks first. “Wow.”

Hallie counters. “Fucking wow.”

He chuckles. “We really are going to need to work on that potty mouth of yours.”

“Oh, come on. If that doesn’t deserve a ‘fucking wow’, what does?”

Troy hugs her tighter. “Touché. It was pretty fucking awesome.”

Hallie is giggling. “How long until you’re ready to go again?”

His laughter sounds like heaven. “You’re gonna try to kill me, aren’t you? Aren’t you hungry or something? We have dinner reservations in the restaurant downstairs in like an hour.”

The absolutely last thing Hallie wants to do is leave this room. “Do we have to go? I mean don’t they have room service or something?”

“Oh, thank God. I don’t want to go down either, but I thought I’d at least offer in case you wanted to go.”

Hallie, props up on her right elbow, her head in her hand as she looks down upon the man who has changed her life. “Right now, the only thing I’m hungry for is you, Troy.”

“Aw Hallie.” The simple words are spoken with such emotion. She finds herself on her back, pressed to the mattress, Troy claiming her mouth in a passionate kiss. When she reaches up to hug him, he claims her hands, entwining their fingers and moving her hands above her head, brushing against the headboard. She feels vulnerable as he pulls out of the kiss to peer down at her.

“I’m gonna go get rid of this condom and then run us a hot bath. I’m gonna need a bit of a rest before I’m ready to go again and I’d like to spend that time with you in my arms, in the whirlpool tub they assured at the desk we’d have. I’m sure you’re going to have some sore muscles from skiing and that should help work the kinks out.”

“Are you always this perfect?”

Troy snorts. “You really do have a short memory, don’t you?”

Hallie knows he’s talking about the night they met, but honestly, she can’t conjure up the anger or the fear she had felt that night. Not now after getting to know Troy. A feeling of peace settles in when she realizes that for the first time, she is remembering the spanking she witnessed with a new lens. The lens of a woman who actually wants to be led by a strong man honorable enough to love her… guide her… protect her. She’s lost in thought long enough for Troy to notice.

“You okay?”

Hallie smiles. “I’m perfect.”

One hot bath and room service dinner later, Troy looks down at Hallie, lounging quietly in his arms on the bed, wrapped in the oversized fluffy robe the hotel provided. She looks utterly content and for that Troy is relieved.

She slips her warm hand inside his own robe to tweak at his nipple and it’s as if she had turned a key to start his engine. Erotic memories of how her body had fit his like a glove have his cock filling, preparing to claim her again. His mind races with all of the things he dreams of doing with her… to her… in her. He can feel her rubbing against his body suggestively, preparing herself as he is.

“Troy.”

“Hallie.”

She is silent for a long time.

“I think you should spank me tonight.”

Shit. He’s not ready for this discussion.

“Hallie, honey. There is plenty of time for that later. Let’s not complicate tonight.”

“It’s hanging over us. Don’t you feel it?”

The problem is she’s right. He does feel it.

He needs to see her face. Rolling her to her back so he can look down at her from above, he can see the seriousness in her eyes. It’s as if she is steeling herself to go through with this to prove to Troy and even herself that she’s going to be able to handle it.

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