Page 40 of Emily's Essence

“Washing you.”

She tried to wiggle away. A light smack to her ass had her frozen. He turned her over and pulled up her panties and jeans.

He grinned at her as she frowned up at him.

“Why are you mad?” he asked.

“You spanked me.”

He chuckled. “No, this is spanking.” Before she knew it, she was on her stomach, and his hand came down on her ass several times. Even with the jeans between them, it still stung. He rolled her to her back and came down on her but kept himself several inches away from her.

“Now, that’s spanking.”

She growled and hit his shoulder, gasping, and then cradled her hand because it was like hitting a rock.

That made him laugh even harder. She tried to push him off her, but of course, couldn’t budge him.

“You’re being a bully,” she accused him.

She could tell he had to fight to keep from laughing and looking serious.

“I’m sorry. I’ll try to do better,” he said.

She narrowed her eyes. “No, you won’t.”

“I said I’d try at least. Now, ask me nicely to let you go, and after a kiss, I’ll let you out of the room.”

She wanted to growl again but knew it wouldn’t do any good. In a fake sweet voice. “All right.” She raised her arms, closed her eyes, and puckered.

She heard him grunt but then felt his lips on hers. It didn’t last very long, and he pulled her up to her feet. He kept a hold of her as she steadied herself, grabbed her hand, and started pulling her out of the room.

They were at the top of the stairs when Doc yelled. “Hey, Boss, we need to add thicker walls to our new build.”

“Why?” Hawk asked.

“Because I can hear you two fucking, and it’s messing with my sleep.”

She gasped, felt herself go bright red, and yanked her hand from Hawk’s. Both men laughed roaringly as she ran down the steps and out the back door.

She knew one of the other guys were following her to make sure she got there okay, but she didn’t care. She used every bad word she knew and some made-up ones as she walked, ignoring the guy behind her, trying not to laugh.

She raced into the back door of the main house to see the women cooking.

“I’m sorry I’m late. What can I do?”

The women laughed.

“We know how that is,” Meg said. “It’s irritating sometimes.”

“Yes.” Emily nodded.

“Maybe you can tell us why you’re beet-red after breakfast?” Alicia said.

Damned if her face didn’t get any hotter, making them laugh hard.

Emily sighed. “You guys are brats.”

“Takes one to know one,” Willow said.

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