Eastcoast Spitfires Book 3 is coming soon!

***Teaser alert!

Her eyes took in his freshly showered look, the clean denim cut-off shorts, and the black muscle tank. He was freshly shaven this morning and raring to go. The idea of coming up with a plausible excuse for her all-nighter made her feel even more tired. He looked ready to spank first and ask questions later as he unfolded those ripped arms and crooked his forefinger at her. Heat stirred in her belly.

“W-what are you doing in my bedroom?” she asked baldly. “I locked the door.”

His eyebrows peaked somewhere just below his hairline. “When you didn’t answer the door, I let myself in,” he drawled, amused as if a locked door could keep him out. “Care to tell me what you’ve been doing all night? Because I know it’s not sleeping,” he ended on a sarcastic note.

“I’ve been working on my dad’s case,” she replied defiantly, lifting her chin. “And the last time I checked, I don’t have to answer to you for how I spend my time.”

“Except for one thing, brat. You lied to me. You told me you were sick, which means you had this planned all along. You knew I wouldn’t like it, so you just didn’t tell me,” he added sarcastically. “Now, get over here because I’m going to spank your lying little butt.”

April glanced at the door, but there was really nowhere to run. Her mother was downstairs.

“Don’t make me come and get you,” Nat warned, catching her hesitant glance at the door. “And don’t run from me. If you do, I’ll spank you right in front of your mother when I catch up with you.”

April gasped with indignation. “You wouldn’t,” she accused him hotly. The look in his darkening eyes told her otherwise.

“Care to try me?” Nat asked smoothly, watching her feet fidget back and forth. She resembled a recalcitrant child with one foot on top of the other and her arms folded across her middle. The oversized red sleepshirt was showing a lot of creamy thighs, to which he was not unappreciative. Perfect pajamas as far as he was concerned—easier to reach his target zone.

“My mother will call the police,” she hissed uncertainly, her eyes wide.

“You’re stalling,” he replied mildly. “The longer you wait the worse it’s going to be.”

“I-I found something last night. Don’t you want to know what it was?” She cocked her head at him and Nat was pretty sure she was going to try bargaining.

“I don’t care what you found last night, not yet. I want your little fanny over here right now. And no, I’m not going to trade a spanking for information,” he growled. “You’ve just added five extra for stalling and trying to buy your way out of it. You have to the count of three before I come and get you and then it’s all bets off. Your little butt will be sore for the rest of the day. One…two…”

“Fine,” April snapped ferociously and stomped over to stand in front of him. “You happy now?”

“I will be in a few minutes…”

***Coming soon for pre-order!

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