Page 33 of Phoenix

Then I watched in near awe as he ignored me, unfastening his buckle and for some crazy reason, tickling sensations shifted all the way down to my toes.

When he yanked the thick material over my hips, I elbowed him. Then he fisted my hair, yanking back my head. “How many times have I told you to be careful enticing the beast?”

“You’re a beast alright.”

With that, he jerked my jeans and my panties at the same time, dragging them all the way to my knees. I was mortified, much more so than before. How could I not be? Anyone could walk in at any time.

“If you touch me, I’ll…” I couldn’t even finish the sentence.

Phoenix brought his hand down three times in rapid succession as I sneered at him in the glass. “Then you’ll what?” His grin was positively evil. He was enjoying my humiliation far too much.

“Never mind,” I said through clenched teeth.

“Uh-huh. I know you.”

“You know nothing about me.”

He yanked the strap from his beltloops, cracking it against the floor on purpose, the sound making me jump.

“You’re such an asshole.”

As he lifted his eyebrow, he crushed his full weight against me. My God. He was enjoying the hell out of this. “You have a caustic mouth. Not very ladylike.”

“Yeah? I’m not a lady.”

“You will be when I’m finished with you.” He brought the belt down, smacking my bottom several times.

The pain was blinding, stealing my breath and my mind. “Damn you. Damn you.”

“Adding five because you continue to curse.”

“What are you, the curse word police?” I hissed, gasping for air.

“You need to learn you can’t go around purposely poking the bear. One day, you’ll do that with the wrong guy.”

“You’re not my daddy.”

He stopped short, lifting his head and glaring at me in the mirror.

Why did I have a feeling he’d not only undressed me with his eyes, but had already positioned me on a silver platter with fruit surrounding my naked body?

And why did I gather a whiff of my own desire? Oh, God. This was bad. If I was able to gather the fragrance, then he certainly could.

No. I couldn’t go down that hole. Or maybe I should call it quicksand.

“No, but for this weekend I’m your protector and the man who will keep you in line, which is exactly what you need.”

The arrogance of the man was incredibly… sexy.

Phoenix caressed my skin, taking far too much time in doing so. When he took a deep breath, I cringed inside, but I kept my eyes open, watching as he shifted into the same intense need I’d seen more than once.

Then he started the spanking in earnest, one strike coming right after another. Even the cracking sound his wrist made was enough to stoke a fire deep within. I couldn’t be enjoying this. Not being spanked inside a nasty men’s bathroom.

Why, oh, why had I talked myself into going out?

“Ouch. Ouch!” I finally snapped, becoming more and more exasperated.

“Here’s the thing, sweetheart. Spankings are supposed to hurt for them to do any good.” He lifted an eyebrow then brought the belt down. Six. I even counted them in my mind before my knees almost buckled. Thank God I was gripping onto the edge of the counter.

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