Page 119 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

He kissed the side of her neck and hugged her. “Love you back, so much.”

“I promise I won’t earn any more punishments.”

His body shook against hers as he tried to hold back laughter. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

The sun was well up before they dragged themselves from bed, but that was okay. She felt no need to do anything but laze around all day and watch old movies.

Their room service cart, delivered by Jake before they woke, was filled with snacks instead of the heavy meals of the day before.

“I’ve never eaten a charcuterie in bed before,” she said, holding out a piece of salami wrapped around a mozzarella pearl for Mark.

“Bet you’ve never had chianti from the bottle either.” He ate the treat from her fingers, then passed the wicker wrapped bottle to her.

“Not since high school anyway.” She took a long swallow, relishing the sweet vintage.

“Naughty for underage drinking.”

“Like you didn’t?” She tipped the bottle at him, then took another drink before setting it aside. Sighing, she laid her head in his lap. “This is our last day, isn’t it?”

He stroked her hair, but his hand stilled. “Are you in a hurry to get back to work?”

“No. I kind of wish we could stay here longer.”

“Oh, sweetie.” He helped her sit up, then kissed her forehead. “We can do this whenever we want. All you have to do is ask.”

“Promise?”

“I promise. Just say the word and we’ll lock ourselves away.”

They didn’t make it to work until well after lunch the next day, but that was also okay.

Strangely, she missed the apron, but decided to unpack those thoughts later.

When they reached the lobby, Mark gave her one last tender kiss amongst the bustle and noise of contractors putting the finishing touches on the lobby.

Before she could get carried away, he broke their kiss, then smirked. “Back to work, Ms. Hall. You’ve been slacking, so nose to the grindstone.”

“Are you fucking—”

“Ah, ah.” He spun her around and delivered a sharp swat to her backside. “Be a good girl, and don’t forget we still have a few hundred more spanks to go.”

More like eight hundred, but who was counting? Well, aside from Mark anyway.

Ignoring the laughter from the construction crew, she grumbled under her breath and turned, meaning to reach her office before she got herself in trouble again.

“Oh, and Kendra?”

Her escape stalled and she glanced back at Mark. “Yes, sir?”

“Don’t be late for supper.”

The End

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