Snowed In wth the Lumberjack Read Online Lee Savino

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11120 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 44(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)
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I might not be book smart like Lainey, but I have my own brand of smarts. Lainey’s good at a lot of things, but lying isn’t one of them.

4

Lainey

Joel looms over me. “You lied to me, Lainey.” He looks so stern. “Gemma isn’t in town for the holidays. She flew out to be with your parents.”

I swallow. I’ve spent the last few minutes trying to think up excuses and pretending to read.

He takes the book out of my hand and sets it aside. “What’s really going on here?”

“You said you’d be alone.” I knot my fingers together. “It’s Christmas.”

His brows slant down.

“No one should be alone on Christmas.” I resist the urge to squirm under his fierce stare. Be bold. “So I came up here.”

“You came up here,” he repeats slowly.

“I want to be with you.” And I put my hand on his leg. A tremor runs through me. Or maybe him. Or both of us.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “You did this on purpose.”

“I didn’t mean to break down. I was hoping to find the road.”

“You could have been hit by a car. Or gotten lost in the woods.” The tops of his cheeks flare red. He lets out a gust of air and motions sharply. “Stand up.”

I rise and he takes my place, immediately grabbing my hand to guide me down into his lap.

His lap.

“Wh-what—”

“It seems my first lecture didn’t take hold. So I’m going to give it again… with a little reinforcement.”

“Reinforcement?”

“Oh, yes.” His hand skates up my back. “It’s time you learned your lesson. I promised you punishment, didn’t I?” When I don’t answer, he gives me a squeeze. “Isn’t that right?”

I nod.

“Use your words, babygirl.”

My face has to be bright red. I squeeze my thighs together. “Yes. That’s right.” I’m breathless and my heart’s galloping. I’m on Joel Adler’s lap, staring into stern blue eyes inches from mine. I have no idea what’s going to happen, but there’s no place I’d rather be. “You said you’d turn me over your knee.”

His grip tightens but his face is calm. “Good girl. Tell me, Lainey. Have you ever been spanked?”

I shake my head before I remember to answer. “No.”

“In a minute, I’m going to help you up. I’m going to unbutton your jeans, but I won’t undress you yet. You’re going to lie across my lap. I’ll spank you over this,” he rubs the denim stretched over my hip, “first. Warm you up. Then, you’ll get punished.”

“Will it hurt?” I squeak. I’m six seconds away from hyperventilating.

“Oh, yes.” His breath ghosts across my ear. “That’s why it’s a punishment. “But if you take it like a good girl…” he leans back and tucks a thick strand of hair behind my ear, “I’ll give you a reward.”

Did I know this was going to happen when I drove up the mountain? Some part of me knew that even if I made the first move, Joel would take me on his terms. But I never imagined this, not even in my wildest fantasies—most of which starred Joel.

“Are you ready?” He doesn't wait for the answer. He's already guiding me up and doing exactly what he said he’d do.

I can't stand to look at him when he undoes my jeans button and pulls down the zipper. His knuckles brush the soft bulge of my belly and there's a sharp ache right in my core. I need him to go further. But I'm afraid of what will happen when he does.

He eases me over his lap, face down this time, so my stomach rests on the hard and powerful muscles of his legs. He tips me over so I'm a little off balance. I’m two sides of a triangle and my ample rear end is the apex, pointed up right at him. Not a flattering position. I’m used to hiding, using sweatshirts to cover up my softness and size.

His fingers ghost up my thigh, and my skin prickles under the thin layer of denim.

“You're so beautiful,” he mutters. Each pass of his hand wakes my body up, bringing it to life. I never knew my bottom had so many nerve endings. “I can't believe this is happening.”

Same, Joel. Same.

Something prods my stomach. It's his dick. I shift so I’m not crushing it, but he steadies me with a hand in the small of my back. I'm clutching his leg, off balance, and wait for his hand to descend.

The first few smacks over my jeans are underwhelming. His palm claps down with a thuddy sound. There’s sensation but there's no pain.

“Ready for more?”

“Yes.”

He chuckles. “I should have known. Let’s get these jeans off you.”

I start to rise and his hand on my back turns to steel.

“No.” He holds me down and yanks off my jeans somehow, scooting them over my hips. Now my face is really red. I’m ass-up and totally exposed. I wore my best underwear—a blush-pink bra and panty set. I didn’t anticipate this happening, but I'd hoped something would.


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