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closer. I held my ground—mostly because I couldn’t decide if I wanted to acquiesce to his demand, or if I wanted to run from it. Running was a much safer choice. “I could keep you in line,” he said, moving his lips to my ear. “I definitely think you could use a spanking.”
I hadn’t been threatened with a spanking since I was a toddler. The proposition shocked me so much, I didn’t realize I was still holding the bottle of cleaner and squeezed it. Hard. Liquid exploded out the top like the cleaner bottle was going through an embarrassing bit of puberty. It hit Jax directly on the lower stomach, and immediately started dripping down onto his pants. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” I was mortified as I grabbed more paper towels and started trying to mop up the mess, though I was careful to avoid his crotch area…an area that seemed to be growing larger despite the cold cleaner and crisp air.
Jax laughed and grabbed my hand, stilling it. He held my eyes. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?”
“To my apartment. I need to change.”
I wasn’t sure why I needed to go along. I was pretty sure he was well versed in all skills related to clothing removal—his, and women’s. But I was the reason for the clothes situation, and felt like I should probably tag along since I’d caused the mess and he’d asked me to.
We walked across the street and down the block. I’d wondered why I’d never seen his car. Now it made sense. I usually only saw him when he was at Red’s, and he didn’t need to drive when he lived this close to work. His apartment was part of a new duplex. The outside was a combination of grey brick and stucco. There were only three steps to get to his front door. I waited behind him while he opened it and motioned me inside. His apartment was modern and clean. Two toned walls in neutral beige and brown, with matching light brown carpet. Grey and blue slate tile in the kitchen complimented the stainless steel appliances. A flat screen TV hung above the fireplace. The couch was black leather. I thought of how much easier leather was to clean, then immediately thought of the naked girls who had probably been on it and frowned. I made a mental note not to sit on any of his furniture.
“Come on back.” He motioned for me to follow him.
I watched him walk down the hall. I took several beats to decide whether or not to follow him, but my curiosity finally got the best of me. I stopped before I came to the room he’d walked in. The door was wide open and he was standing next to his huge black sleigh bed with matching nightstands and dresser, stripping off his workout shirt as he toed off his shoes onto the carpeted floor. My eyes were huge, and I quickly looked away. Not that I wanted to, but because it seemed like the right thing to do…and I wasn’t sure if I could keep the desire off my face if I maintained him in my line of sight.
He started to laugh. “I didn’t realize you were shy.”
Now I’d been challenged. I wasn’t good at backing down. It was a problem. My eyes shot up past his ripped stomach, and held his gaze. His lips formed a half smile in acceptance of my challenge, and then he moved his hands down to his waist. He held my eyes as he untied the string on his pants, then slowly slid his index fingers under the waistband and pushed. As I heard the fabric drop to the floor, I did my best not to gulp—or look down. But I was tempted. Very, very tempted.
“Are you afraid to look, Syd?”
I pressed my lips into a thin line. I wasn’t shy, and I wasn’t a chicken. Plus, I felt like he’d just issued me another dare. Dares are my weakness. Tell me I can’t do something, and I’ll do it every time just to spite the person who said I couldn’t.
I crossed my arms over my chest, and held his gaze for a split second longer just to let him know that I wasn’t going to give in. Then I let my eyes trail slowly down his body. I got stuck on his abs for a few seconds, but
I hadn’t been threatened with a spanking since I was a toddler. The proposition shocked me so much, I didn’t realize I was still holding the bottle of cleaner and squeezed it. Hard. Liquid exploded out the top like the cleaner bottle was going through an embarrassing bit of puberty. It hit Jax directly on the lower stomach, and immediately started dripping down onto his pants. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” I was mortified as I grabbed more paper towels and started trying to mop up the mess, though I was careful to avoid his crotch area…an area that seemed to be growing larger despite the cold cleaner and crisp air.
Jax laughed and grabbed my hand, stilling it. He held my eyes. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?”
“To my apartment. I need to change.”
I wasn’t sure why I needed to go along. I was pretty sure he was well versed in all skills related to clothing removal—his, and women’s. But I was the reason for the clothes situation, and felt like I should probably tag along since I’d caused the mess and he’d asked me to.
We walked across the street and down the block. I’d wondered why I’d never seen his car. Now it made sense. I usually only saw him when he was at Red’s, and he didn’t need to drive when he lived this close to work. His apartment was part of a new duplex. The outside was a combination of grey brick and stucco. There were only three steps to get to his front door. I waited behind him while he opened it and motioned me inside. His apartment was modern and clean. Two toned walls in neutral beige and brown, with matching light brown carpet. Grey and blue slate tile in the kitchen complimented the stainless steel appliances. A flat screen TV hung above the fireplace. The couch was black leather. I thought of how much easier leather was to clean, then immediately thought of the naked girls who had probably been on it and frowned. I made a mental note not to sit on any of his furniture.
“Come on back.” He motioned for me to follow him.
I watched him walk down the hall. I took several beats to decide whether or not to follow him, but my curiosity finally got the best of me. I stopped before I came to the room he’d walked in. The door was wide open and he was standing next to his huge black sleigh bed with matching nightstands and dresser, stripping off his workout shirt as he toed off his shoes onto the carpeted floor. My eyes were huge, and I quickly looked away. Not that I wanted to, but because it seemed like the right thing to do…and I wasn’t sure if I could keep the desire off my face if I maintained him in my line of sight.
He started to laugh. “I didn’t realize you were shy.”
Now I’d been challenged. I wasn’t good at backing down. It was a problem. My eyes shot up past his ripped stomach, and held his gaze. His lips formed a half smile in acceptance of my challenge, and then he moved his hands down to his waist. He held my eyes as he untied the string on his pants, then slowly slid his index fingers under the waistband and pushed. As I heard the fabric drop to the floor, I did my best not to gulp—or look down. But I was tempted. Very, very tempted.
“Are you afraid to look, Syd?”
I pressed my lips into a thin line. I wasn’t shy, and I wasn’t a chicken. Plus, I felt like he’d just issued me another dare. Dares are my weakness. Tell me I can’t do something, and I’ll do it every time just to spite the person who said I couldn’t.
I crossed my arms over my chest, and held his gaze for a split second longer just to let him know that I wasn’t going to give in. Then I let my eyes trail slowly down his body. I got stuck on his abs for a few seconds, but
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