Well… Anxiously awaiting a new release – my sexy little roughneck/cowboy/Marine piece that’s sure to sizzle your kindle. I know – LOTS of sexy men do, but Jack Stone is the kind of guy who refuses to give into our heroine’s antics, and she has plenty of those! A roughneck’s work is particularly dangerous but when you mix in the fact a woman is thwarting every moment of operation AND she has a dark secret… Just imagine. A little taste for you.
“Put me down, you brute.” She pummeled her tight fists against my back.
As if she could cause me any pain.
I’d certainly endured more than my share during my tenure in the military. This was nothing but an aggravation as well as a total turn-on. My God, she was more than a handful, the kind of brat that set me on edge.
But I knew exactly what to do with her kind of behavior.
“Not a chance, sugar,” I stated casually.
“Asshole. You’re a fucking asshole. Do you know that?” she huffed, struggling to get out of my arms.
My jaw tightened in an effort to keep from snapping back some nasty reply. She took my silence as a weakness, laughing and cussing under her breath as I headed into the hallway.
“I heard you’re some big-wig military hero or some shit. Well, you’re nothing but a chicken-shit as far as I’m concerned.” She laughed, managing to knee me in the gut.
Bristling, I gritted my teeth and threw open my cabin door, taking long strides inside and kicking it shut. I tossed her down onto her feet only to have her hand slap me across the face.
What. The. Fuck?
Summer seemed to understand almost instantly that she’d crossed the line. Slapping both hands over her mouth, her doe eyes were open wide. They were the greenest eyes I’d ever seen, shimmering even in the dim lighting, long eyelashes framing her high cheekbones. Whew. Her lips seemed permanently stained a luscious raspberry color, as if she’d devoured a bowlful. She was a handful and then some. She took two decided steps backwards, her heavy boots thumping on the tile floor.
I took several deep breaths before addressing the situation. “Here’s what I figure. We can handle this one of two ways.”
“This is bullshit! I didn’t do anything wrong. Your crewmembers are dim-witted!” She huffed again like a five-year-old and crossed her arms, crooking her lips into a mournful pout. As she moved from foot to foot, I could almost hear a distinct whine.
“Nothing wrong, huh? What about bossing the crew, my crew to be exact, cursing at them like some foul-mouthed sailor? What about throwing tantrums when you don’t get your way? Hmmm?”
“If your crew had any intelligence, I wouldn’t have to.”
Oh, that was it. It. I was finished with her princess attitude.
I cocked my head, lifting a single eyebrow. She was far too beautiful for her own good and she knew it too; voluptuous breasts that would fit into my hands nicely, a thin waist with rounded hips made for fucking, and those plump lips.
Damn it all to hell.
Somehow, the feisty little broad had gotten under my skin.
I held up my index finger, waiting until she stood still.
Like a good little girl.
“You call me an asshole one more time and I’m going to tan your hide until you won’t be able to sit down for a week. Do. You. Hear. Me?”
She seemed shocked by my statement, her entire body slumping. Then the wild child reared her ugly head. “You can’t do that. I’ll have you arrested.”
Breathe.The little wench was playing that card. Oh, two could play at that game. “Uh-huh. As I was saying, and you will notinterrupt me again, you only have two choices. Am I clear, Summer?”
Silence. Rebellious silence.
Oh, for crying out loud, one way or the other she was getting a spanking, over my knee and pants and panties down. She remained defiant, glaring at me like a pistol before rolling her eyes.
All I had to do was take a single step closer and her lower lip quivered. Maybe she knew I meant business.
“Yes. Okay,” she finally said.
“Better. Here’s what we can do. One, I can send you packing on the next transport helicopter, back home to wherever you came from with a note to Mommy and Daddy stating that you are never allowed on a rig again.”
“No!” she snapped. “You wouldn’t dare!”
“Oh, I can, and I will.” I’d found her weakness. She was trying to prove something to Mommy or Daddy. I suspected her father. I made mental note to find out exactly who her parents were.
The silence only added fuel to my fire.
“Wha-what else?” she asked sheepishly.
“O-kay. My earlier idea seems to be one that you need desperately. The only other thing that can happen is that you’re going to receive one long, hard spanking. And every time you disobey me, you’re going to get another one. Always on your bare ass.”
Summer blinked once, twice then she jutted her head forward, a sly smile crossing her face. “You are out of your fucking mind.”
“Am I?” This time, I crossed my arms, keeping my face expressionless.
She chewed on her cheek as her eyes darted back and forth across mine. I waited. I had all the time in the world.
“You’re not kidding.” All the bravado had been tossed out the window.
“Nope. Not in the least. Your choice.” I was shocked at the sinful revelations flowing in my mind, every cell ignited as if I hadn’t been with a woman in years. Truth was, it had been almost twelve full months.
She sputtered and moaned, beads of perspiration appearing over her luscious mouth. “You can’t tell my father. I’m my own woman. I can do anything I want.”
“You’re under my direction now, so you are required to follow rules, but I won’t tell your father anything.” I purposely pulled out my office chair.
“You won’t?” she asked sheepishly.
“As long as you accept the second deal.”
Nervous as a kitty cat, she huffed and puffed as the wheels in her mind churned, her face turning the same color of crimson I imagined her bottom would be after I was finished.
“If I comply, you’ll let me go back to work?” she asked, rather timidly at this point.
“If you behave, then we’ll see. You need a huge amount of discipline in your life and I’m the man who’s going to give it to you. Again, your choice.” By now, my balls were blue, but I slapped on my supervisor hat, trying to keep my libido from getting the best of me.
“You’re not my father! You don’t have any right.”
“Oh, I have all the right in the world.” After thirty seconds, I threw up my hands. “Fine. The deal is off the table.”
“Please. No! I’ll be good. I promise.”
“Then submit to a spanking, just like you deserve.”
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