Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Lochlan
It took him all of five minutes with Josh to realize the man wouldn’t know a secret Bratva smuggling ring if he fell face first into it. But he did his due diligence, chatting Josh up and asking the kind of subtly probing questions he knew Killian would expect of him.
With that handled, he made his way back out to the lobby.
His mystery blonde with the bombshell curves was nowhere to be seen, much to his disappointment, so he headed for the elevators and up to the fifth floor.
If blondie didn’t come knocking, he’d pack up first thing in the morning and head home.
But if she did come around… well. He could afford an extra night or two, depending on how long she was planning to stay in town.
Caught up in the very detailed fantasies his imagination was weaving around the woman from the bar, he opened his hotel room door—and froze.
There she was, stretched out on the bed closest to the door in nothing but a matching bra and panties set in the same fiery red as the dress she’d been wearing downstairs.
Propped up against the headboard, a book in hand and those sexy-as-fuck glasses perched on her nose, she was every fantasy he hadn’t even known he wanted come to life. The hot librarian turned sex kitten.
Of course, now that the delicious shock of seeing her almost naked was beginning to wear off, the part of him that had been trained for battle kicked in. How the hell had she gotten into his room without him? Was she just here for a good time or something more?
Ignoring his raging libido for the time being, he shut the door behind him and flipped the deadbolt.
“What do you think you’re doing, little girl?”
Glancing up from her book, she smiled. Not a big grin, but a slow, knowing sort of smirk that said she was getting exactly the reaction she wanted. “Waiting for you.”
“I see that.” Stepping more fully into the room, he moved his hand to the gun he kept tucked into a holster at his back. “How the hell did you get in here?”
Now the smirk took on a smug edge that had his palm positively itching to connect with her gorgeously round ass. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“I would. And I can be very creative when it comes to getting information I want, so I suggest you start talking.”
Bottom lip moving into a practiced pout, she set the book aside, leaning forward onto all fours and his brain nearly short-circuited as her heavy breasts swayed with the movement. “Uh-oh. Was I naughty, Daddy? Are you gonna spank me?”
If it had been anyone else he’d caught in his room, he would have far, far worse plans for them than a spanking. But if that was how she wanted to play it, then he was all too happy to follow her lead.
For now.
Slipping off his suit jacket, he tossed it to the side and reached for the cuff of his sleeve, popping the first button open, all while keeping his gaze locked on her.
His instincts said she wasn’t dangerous, but she was clearly up to something.
Letting his guard down just because she was hot and nearly naked in his bed would make him the worst kind of fool.
And Lochlan O’Rourke was nobody’s fool.
“You have until the count of three to tell me how you got into my locked hotel room without a key. If you don’t, then yes, I will spank it out of you.”
But rather than worrying her, the threat only had her smile widening. Lowering her chest to the bed, she gave her ass a little shake that had him biting back a groan. “Have I been a naughty girl, Daddy?”
Okay, now he could see what Killian liked so much about being called Daddy.
That word, delivered in her sultry, smoky voice, wrapped around his senses, invading him until he ached for her from the inside out.
Ached to bury himself in the heaven between her thighs while she begged Daddy to fuck her harder.
But first, he had questions that needed answering. Forcing himself to focus, he slowly rolled the sleeve of his dress shirt to his elbow. “You have been a very naughty girl. One.”
“Oh no, please don’t spank me!” Her voice pitched up to a mocking tone that only made his palm itch more. “I’ll never do it again, I promise.”
Reaching for the button on his other sleeve, he stepped toward the bed. Toward her. “Two.”
“I’ll do whatever you want, just please don’t spank me. I'm so sorry I was naughty.”
Her giggle echoed around the room just as he reached the edge of the bed. “Three.”
Daisy
God, he was fun to tease. And wasn’t it a happy coincidence she’d been reading a book about a particularly bratty babygirl and her strict Daddy, so she had plenty of inspiration for this little scene they were playing out.
But when he hit that final count of three, something changed. While he’d entered the room looking first surprised, then stern, now he looked almost… gleeful. The change registered a split second before he sat on the edge of the bed and hauled her over his lap like she weighed nothing.
Holy fuck, that was hot.
With one arm wrapped around her waist, he ran his free hand over her ass, and she nearly whimpered at the flash of pleasure that shot straight to her clit at his simple, intimate touch.
“Here’s what’s going to happen, babygirl.
I’m going to spank you until you’re ready to tell me how the fuck you got in my hotel room.
Once you confess, I’m going to punish you properly for breaking and entering.
So I suggest you confess quickly, or else it’s going to be a long fucking night for you. ”
“Wait, what do you—Ow!” Her voice rose to a sharp yelp as pain radiated through the spot he’d just spanked. “Hey, that really hurt!”
His chest vibrated with laughter. “It’s supposed to hurt. You were a very naughty girl.”
“Yes but—ow would you stop that?—I thought this was like a fun, sexy kind of thing!”
“Oh, trust me, babygirl. This is very fun and very sexy. At least for me.”
Two more swats landed, and somehow they managed to hurt even more than the first set. Enough to drown out the little jolt of pleasure she got from hearing him call her sexy. “Well it’s not fun for me!”
“Good. Are you ready to tell me how you got in?”
“A magician never reveals her secrets.” Somehow she managed to sound sexy and sassy even with her ass on fire, which she considered a personal victory.
Impossibly, the next few swats were even harder than before, and she let out a long howl of pain as her feet fluttered against the mattress. “Being a smartass is only going to get you spanked, babygirl. But keep it up. I can go all night.”
As the pain in her ass grew, her mind raced for an explanation he might believe. The truth wasn’t even close to an option, but there had to be something he would buy.
Jesus Christ, the man could spank. She’d been the recipient of a few teasing swats during sex but nothing like the punishing blows raining down on her backside now. His hand was like wood, hard and unforgiving, and it wasn’t long before every inch of her skin felt like it was on fire.
“I flirted with the guy at the front desk!” she finally blurted out when it felt like she couldn't take another swat.
The spanking paused, and a moment later Tiernan’s hand came to rest on her inflamed skin. And when he ran his rough palm over her bottom, it was another part of her anatomy entirely that was suddenly on fire.
It took every bit of self-control she had not to moan at his touch. As it was, she was pretty sure he’d only need to glance at the soaked material between her thighs to see the effect his spanking had on her.
“What guy? I need a name, babygirl.”
There was an edge to his tone that had the hair on the back of her neck standing up. The idea of getting some random hotel worker in trouble, possibly even fired, made her sick to her stomach. “I-I don’t remember his name.”
“And I don’t believe you.”
“Why?” Twisting around on his lap, she glared up at him. “Because I’m too fat to flirt my way into getting what I want?”
To her shock, he just smiled, the kind of smile that promised all manner of wicked things.
“Baby, I have no doubt in my mind you could flirt your way into Fort Knox if you put your mind to it. You’re sexy as fuck.
What I don’t believe is that a woman as smart as you obviously are doesn't remember all the details of this very elaborate plan you’ve come up with. ”
“Oh.” He had a point, one her brain was still too scrambled to really refute. “Does it matter how I got in here? We’re two very hot people who are obviously attracted to each other. And you did give me your room number. I just… took some initiative.”
“That’s a hell of a way to describe breaking into some strange man’s hotel room, babygirl.”
She was not getting gooey because some sexy-ass dude with a killer smile was calling her babygirl.
Okay, maybe a little gooey.
Just a little.
Not the point. Focus, Harrington. “Yes, I was very naughty and you spanked me. Now that I’ve been properly punished, maybe we could focus on the real reason I’m here.”
“And that is?”
“To get laid.”
“Hmm.” The hand on her ass moved again, stoking that fire in her core. Now she did moan, lifting her hips slightly, hoping to distract him with the promise of sex. “There’s just one problem with that plan, babygirl.”
“What’s that?”
“Your punishment is just getting started.”