Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 83384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
“Cormac, really,” she says in a high-pitched squeak.
“Quiet,” I tell her. “Or we’ll begin the night with you over my knee.”
“You can’t spank a pregnant woman,” she says, but her eyes are half-lidded, and when I quirk a brow at her, she bites her lip and swallows.
“Says who?”
“I… well, you know…”
“I have it on good authority from the doctor himself that kinky pleasure’s absolutely permissible for an expecting woman.”
She flushes. I kiss her inner thigh again, and her legs begin to tremble.
“Pleasure?” she whispers.
“Aye,” I say, my cock lengthening at the arousal laden in her voice. “Do I need to demonstrate?”
She groans. “Maybe.”
I grin at her, lower my mouth to her pussy, and drag my tongue through her folds.
“Just imagine,” I say, letting my hot breath graze her private parts. “You’re draped over my knee for being a naughty little girl.”
“Mmm,” she says, her head falling back as I kiss her sweet spot. Her hands fly to my hair when I suckle and lick.
I lift my head and whisper, “You squirm and kick beneath the weight of my palm.”
“Cormac.”
She groans when I lick and suckle again.
“I could make a proper spanking pleasurable for you.”
“I…” she pants, gripping my hair, fueling my desire for her. “Believe that.”
I give her pussy a parting kiss.
“Good girl,” I say approvingly. “Now you’re good and primed for the club.”
“Cormac,” she groans, reaching for me, but I grasp her wrists and move her away from me.
“Aileen.”
“You’re not going to just… to just leave me like this?”
“Certainly not all night,” I tell her. “Just for now.”
“You can’t—”
“I can,” I remind her, my tone hardening. “Now be a good girl or you’ll give a taste of that spanking before we even exit the car.”
She pouts, but the faint pink flush of her cheeks tells me she’ll respond well to what I have planned for her tonight. After a huff and whine, she finally nods her head. “Fine. Alright then.” Drawing in a deep breath, she gives me what I’m looking for. “Yes, sir.”
I drag her over to me, kiss the sweet spot on her neck, and suckle the tender skin there. I pull her to me, my cock pressed up to her body. “Good girl.”
“Someone likes having his way,” she mutters with a teasing smile.
She has no fucking idea.
We enter the club, and at first she looks disappointed. I bring her to the bar and we order drinks. I won’t take her to the other part of the club until the others arrive.
“Is this it?” she asks, frowning as she sips her virgin cocktail.
“Well, you can’t have alcohol for now,” I tease.
She rolls her eyes. “You know what I mean. Not the drink. Thought you said there was another room.”
I grin at her, but tug a lock of her hair. “Don’t roll those eyes at me, woman. And the answer is no. This isn’t it. But I’ll take you to the good part after my brothers arrive.”
She sips her drink and looks around the tame interior. Rafferty approaches us and smiles.
“You must be Cormac’s wife,” he says, extending his hand out to greet her. “Pleased to meet you.”
“I am,” she says with a smile. “And thank you.”
He pulls another pint for me. “Brother’s Blaine, right?”
My body tenses when her face pales and she stammers, “Right. Yes, that’s my brother. You haven’t seen him, have you?”
Rafferty pushes the pint my way and I give him a warning glare he misses.
“I have,” he says. He looks to me. “Been coming back on the regular since you haven’t been coming.” He frowns and jerks his head to the back. “I’ll notify you if I see him tonight?”
“Aye,” I say. “We’re not on good terms.”
He nods, wiping the counter down. “Don’t blame you. Man’s a fucking prick.”
Aileen hasn’t taken another sip of her drink since Rafferty mentioned her brother, but I’m glad he did. I want him to tell me if he sees him. I want to be prepared. Even with my brothers arriving soon, I don’t like being unprepared for whatever Blaine does.
Why the fuck did I bring her here tonight?
“I don’t care, Cormac,” she says, lifting her chin with that stubborn, fierce determination I’ve come to love about her.
“Good girl,” I say approvingly. “You know I won’t let him hurt you.” I also won’t let him intimidate her, or have her scared of showing her face anywhere he is. So tonight, we’ll stake our claim. We won’t cower because of fucking Blaine.
She nods. “I’m good for a solid kick to the bollox myself if need be.”
I clink my glass to hers. “Aye. The way to bring a man to his knees is always through a solid kick to the bollox.”
She grins. “Good to know. Cheers.”
Nolan arrives with the others, and after brief greetings, I take Aileen’s hand.
“Let’s go,” I tell her. “It’s time.”