Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
“I can hear you both.” He pointed at Maggie. “You are in big trouble. You are not ever to float on the bottom of the pool like that again, understand me? It’s dangerous.”
“Remember, he growls because he cares,” Jack murmured, rubbing the towel over her.
He wasn’t helping the heat building in her body again. She shivered.
“All right. I promise.”
“Do you know what could happen? What if you started to get into trouble? I’m not scolding you just to hear my own voice.”
She was pretty sure he loved the sound of his own voice.
“I won’t do it again, Ian,” she told him.
“If you hold your breath too long, you could pass out. Do you think I like lecturing you?”
Um. Yes. It seemed like his favorite pastime. Maybe she should introduce him to golf? Or darts? He really needed a better hobby.
“Yes,” Jack muttered.
She stepped toward Ian and put her hands on his chest. He immediately stilled and stopped blustering. Maybe this is how she stopped him from lecturing her from now on.
Right. Because you’ll get so many opportunities to put your hands on his bare chest.
Shame. It was a really nice chest. Firm and strong. Manly.
There was even a light smattering of hair.
Sexy. She could imagine how safe she’d feel being wrapped up in Ian’s arms. She might even be able to get a full night’s sleep.
“Maggie? Little one, are you all right?” Ian asked.
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”
Jack moved in behind her, making her shiver as his heat hit her back. Without her permission, her head dropped back to rest on his shoulder.
“You seem a bit spacey, baby girl,” Jack murmured in her ear. “You’re supposed to be relaxing, remember? Not stressing.”
“I feel pretty relaxed right now,” she said. In fact, she felt like she was floating.
“Don’t do that again,” Ian told her, his hands going to her hips.
“I won’t, I promise. I didn’t mean to worry you. I’m sorry.”
“I like you like this,” Ian told her.
“What? When I agree with you?” She grinned as Jack let out a small laugh.
Ian smiled. “Yeah. Definitely that. But I also like you between us. Soft and sweet. There are so many things we could do to you like this.”
“I want that.” The words came out of her unbidden.
But they were the truth. She wanted to be between them. To see what they could do to her.
Uncle Willy wouldn’t be back for a few hours. She hoped he was all right.
“Uh-uh, no worrying, remember?” Ian’s hands traveled up her sides as Jack’s hands took their place at her hips. She could feel how hard Jack was behind her. Turning her head slightly, she placed her lips against his jaw.
“Fuck, baby,” he whispered. “You have the softest lips.”
“And the two of you are so hard. Pun intended.”
Ian huffed out a laugh. “I shouldn’t be hard since I just jumped in cold water, but I always seem to be this way around you.”
“Sounds inconvenient,” she said in a breathless voice as he ran his finger over her naked stomach. She’d worn her only bikini, which hadn’t worn since she was twenty. She didn’t even know why she’d brought it with her.
But she was glad she had now.
“Very.”
“Do you want some . . . help with it?” She tried to sound sexy. But she wasn’t sure she was managing it. “I’m sorry.”
“For holding your breath underwater for so long?” Ian asked. “Yeah, you should be sorry for that. In fact, I ought to spank you.”
She rolled her eyes.
He grasped her chin. “Did you roll your eyes at me?”
There was a husky dominance in his voice that made her shiver.
“No.”
“I think she did,” Jack said.
“How do you know? You can’t see my face,” she protested.
“I could feel you rolling your eyes,” he told her.
She snorted. “You’re full of it.”
Suddenly, she was turned and she looked up into Jack’s face. He appeared serious, but there was a dancing amusement in his dark eyes.
“Full of it, am I? I don’t know . . . rolling her eyes and having a sassy mouth. Plus, scaring us both. I think that definitely deserves punishment, don’t you, Ian?”
“Definitely,” Ian said in agreement.
Wait. Were they being for real? Were they planning to spank her?
How did she feel about that?
That it was about damn time. It had been ages since she’d been spanked. And it had never been spontaneous. Always . . . negotiated and talked about. Which there was nothing wrong with.
But she often found herself wanting something more . . . organic. And while this wasn’t quite what she’d imagined when she’d thought about having a Daddy Dom of her own, it was better than the slightly clinical punishments she’d had at the club.
Of course she’d much rather have a totally indulgent Daddy who never spanked her . . .
Urgh, even she didn’t believe her lies anymore.