Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 111278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Where was her Mace?
“Loki,” Dominic said calmly as he wrapped an arm around Gwen. “Take a deep breath. You’re scaring Gwen.”
“I’m not scared,” she said hotly.
“I’m scaring her?” Loki asked, sounding horrified. “Shit. Sorry, Gwen.”
“I really wasn’t scared.”
“You were reaching for a tampon,” Dominic pointed out.
“A tampon?” Loki winced. “Damn. That time of the month, huh?”
“No. I wasn’t reaching for a tampon,” Gwen said. “I was reaching for my Mace.”
“Oh, but you weren’t scared?” Dominic asked.
“I . . . I . . .” Shoot.
“You shouldn’t lie to Dom,” Loki told her, wiggling his finger. “That’s going to get you a red ass.”
She stiffened. “What?”
“Hmm. And I already owe you a spanking, too,” Dominic mused.
“You do not! Why would you spank me?”
“Running from me last night, speaking badly about yourself, misleading Ed about me earlier . . . take your pick.”
“No one is spanking me.”
“Oh, you like to do the spanking? Nice one.” Loki nodded.
“What? No! I . . . what are we even having a conversation about?” she asked in bewilderment. This was bizarre.
“Spanking,” Loki said at once. “And you coming over to be one of Loki’s Warriors. I’ll pay you.”
“What?”
“Well, not in actual money. But I’m strong. Whatever you need, I can do it. I’ve just got to beat the Beersal Suspects,”
“Who?” she asked.
“That’s the name of the quiz team you were just a part of,” Dominic explained.
“Oh. Right.”
“So, you’ll switch sides? Or you could become a double agent. That would be even better. Sabotage.” Loki rubbed his hands together.
“Loki, you’re not using Gwen to sabotage the quiz results. Also, would you really want to win that way?” Dominic asked.
“Win at all costs. No, wait. Sorry. You’re right.” He shook his head. “Will you join Loki’s Warriors but not become a double agent, Gwen?”
“I . . . well, I . . . I’m not staying.”
“Not staying? But aren’t you with Dominic? He’ll bring you in each Thursday, or I can pick you up on my motorcycle.”
“Gwen isn’t riding on your motorcycle, Loki,” Dominic said firmly.
“What?” she asked. “Hey, wait. I might want a ride on a motorcycle.”
She didn’t. But that didn’t mean that Dominic got to speak up for her.
“Not happening,” Dominic told her firmly.
“Why not?”
“Because it’s a motorcycle and it’s not safe.”
Whoa. That was the sternest tone she’d ever heard from him. She turned to face him, tapping his chest with her finger. “You do realize you’re not in charge of me, right?”
“No motorcycle, Gwen. That’s where I put my foot down.”
“You. Put. Your. Foot. Down?” She was surprised she could even speak. Her face had gone kind of numb. What had happened? So far, Dominic had seemed a bit stern at times, but was mostly easygoing.
This was not the same Dom.
“You know what . . . I’m just going to skedaddle. Bye!” Loki yelled.
“Himmeldonnerwetter!”
“That Yiddish again?” Dominic asked.
“No, German this time.”
“Translation.”
She huffed. “It means you’re being unreasonable.”
“Really?”
“No,” she groaned. “It means heaven thunder weather.”
“Right. Makes sense. I don’t know how I didn’t guess that.”
She heard the amusement in his voice. Jerk. “I’ll ride a motorcycle if I want, Dominic.”
“No, you will not.”
“Why not?” She threw her hands up in the air.
“Because it’s not safe.”
“It’s my life. My body. I make my own decisions, mister.”
“Not if they’re the wrong ones,” he gritted out. “Get on a bike, Gwen, and I really will spank your ass. You will not sit comfortably for a long time.”
“Pfft. Promises. Promises.”
Oops.
Had she really just said that?
“So you want me to spank you?” he murmured quietly. The sternness faded into heat.
Uh-oh, she was out of her depth here.
“I didn’t say that,” she replied hastily.
“That’s what it sounded like.” He placed his hands on her hips. “But you don’t have to act out to get a spanking. You can just ask, Shortcake.”
Damn, now his voice was all soft and sexy. How did he do that?
“I don’t want a spanking.”
“No lying, baby girl.”
“I’m not . . . I’m not a baby girl,” she said.
“No? Why not?”
“I’m too old for that.” Damn. She liked it when he called her that, though. Her whole body felt alive and she longed for more.
Give it to me.
All the baby girls, good girls, sweet girls. I want them all.
He drew her against him as he leaned back against the car behind him. With his hands on her hips, he pulled her between his solid thighs.
You should probably resist him.
You don’t even know him.
But she was so tired of doing everything for everyone else. She was forty-five years old with no love life. She’d spent the last twenty-two years working sixty-hour weeks, too tired to even use her vibrator.
She wanted this for herself. Even if it was just a temporary thing.
And so, instead of resisting, she melted into him.
“Good girl,” he whispered to her, his hands moving around to her lower back, massaging gently.