suggestion. As if she had firsthand knowledge of the workings of such a large household as this one. Xander was curious to know whether it had been as a servant or a member of the family who lived there.
“I will give the idea some thought.” He nodded. “In the meantime, I am pleased that Clarke likes you well enough to ensure you are eating properly, at least. You are far too pale and slender, need to put some flesh on—”
“I am perfectly capable of feeding myself. I certainly do not need your charity, or anyone else’s.” Two bright wings of indignant color now appeared in those pale cheeks.
“I did not mean—”
“I am well aware of what you meant.” Her eyes glittered the color of emeralds. “It is no wonder Clarke does not like you when you are so—so unpleasant.”
“And you deserve a sound spanking for that remark.” Xander scowled his displeasure with her outburst.
Emily gaped at him. There was no other way but slack-jawed to describe the manner in which she now stared at him, her mouth agape.
She could not believe Lord Alexander Whitney was threatening to give her a sound spanking .
She had not been spanked since she was in the nursery, and even then only rarely. She had mainly been a placid and well-behaved child, as opposed to her fiery and unpredictable parents. The thought of being spanked as an adult was—was—
Emily was unsure exactly how to describe the sensations now churning inside. Except to know they felt a little like those she had discovered last night, when she first stroked the swollen and erect nubbin between her legs. Heat. Pleasure. A yearning, aching pleasure that had grown deeper and stronger until it finally exploded deep within her, leaving her gasping and weak.
How could having Xander Whitney threatening to spank her possibly fill her with that same aching heat?
How could that be?
Spanking someone was a physical chastisement and not to be tolerated as an adult, under any circumstances.
Wasn’t it…?
Xander had regretted his outburst as soon as he had made it, and had intended to apologize immediately. Until he saw the expressions flitting across Emily’s face.
Obvious shock.
Lessening to surprise.
Then deep concentration.
Followed by a dawning curiosity.
And finally a heated flush appeared on her cheeks, accompanied by a slight hitch in her breathing.
All leading Xander to the conclusion Emily was aroused by the notion of being spanked.
As aroused as he now was, his cock a hard throb, at the thought of laying his hands upon her bare bottom.
Xander’s sexual encounters in the past had always been vigorous and satisfying for both himself and the lady involved. He had always ensured that. But he had never contemplated spanking the bottom of any of those ladies, with the idea of giving her pleasure or anything else. Emily was bringing out a sensual side of him he had hitherto been unaware of.
Her response, and his own, to the suggestion of her being spanked also told him he might have been somewhat remiss in those other sexual relations.
She drew in a shaky breath. “Perhaps if, one evening, you were to actually allow me to finish eating my dinner in peace, I would not be so ugly and thin.”
Xander frowned his frustration. “I never once said you were ugly or thin.”
“Your comment, ‘pale and slender,’ implied it.”
God save him from prickly women. “Pale implies a lack of color, not ugliness. Slender, not thin, is how all women of the ton would wish to appear.”
“Oh.”
“Yes. Oh.” He shook his head. “And by all means, let us finish eating our dinner. Except the soup is now cold and inedible. I will ring for Clarke to bring the next course.” He followed his words with action.
Emily felt rather foolish. It was knowing her body’s reaction to the threatened spanking that had made her behave so defensively. Whitney could certainly not have intended to arouse her with such a threat. “I apologize once again for
“I will give the idea some thought.” He nodded. “In the meantime, I am pleased that Clarke likes you well enough to ensure you are eating properly, at least. You are far too pale and slender, need to put some flesh on—”
“I am perfectly capable of feeding myself. I certainly do not need your charity, or anyone else’s.” Two bright wings of indignant color now appeared in those pale cheeks.
“I did not mean—”
“I am well aware of what you meant.” Her eyes glittered the color of emeralds. “It is no wonder Clarke does not like you when you are so—so unpleasant.”
“And you deserve a sound spanking for that remark.” Xander scowled his displeasure with her outburst.
Emily gaped at him. There was no other way but slack-jawed to describe the manner in which she now stared at him, her mouth agape.
She could not believe Lord Alexander Whitney was threatening to give her a sound spanking .
She had not been spanked since she was in the nursery, and even then only rarely. She had mainly been a placid and well-behaved child, as opposed to her fiery and unpredictable parents. The thought of being spanked as an adult was—was—
Emily was unsure exactly how to describe the sensations now churning inside. Except to know they felt a little like those she had discovered last night, when she first stroked the swollen and erect nubbin between her legs. Heat. Pleasure. A yearning, aching pleasure that had grown deeper and stronger until it finally exploded deep within her, leaving her gasping and weak.
How could having Xander Whitney threatening to spank her possibly fill her with that same aching heat?
How could that be?
Spanking someone was a physical chastisement and not to be tolerated as an adult, under any circumstances.
Wasn’t it…?
Xander had regretted his outburst as soon as he had made it, and had intended to apologize immediately. Until he saw the expressions flitting across Emily’s face.
Obvious shock.
Lessening to surprise.
Then deep concentration.
Followed by a dawning curiosity.
And finally a heated flush appeared on her cheeks, accompanied by a slight hitch in her breathing.
All leading Xander to the conclusion Emily was aroused by the notion of being spanked.
As aroused as he now was, his cock a hard throb, at the thought of laying his hands upon her bare bottom.
Xander’s sexual encounters in the past had always been vigorous and satisfying for both himself and the lady involved. He had always ensured that. But he had never contemplated spanking the bottom of any of those ladies, with the idea of giving her pleasure or anything else. Emily was bringing out a sensual side of him he had hitherto been unaware of.
Her response, and his own, to the suggestion of her being spanked also told him he might have been somewhat remiss in those other sexual relations.
She drew in a shaky breath. “Perhaps if, one evening, you were to actually allow me to finish eating my dinner in peace, I would not be so ugly and thin.”
Xander frowned his frustration. “I never once said you were ugly or thin.”
“Your comment, ‘pale and slender,’ implied it.”
God save him from prickly women. “Pale implies a lack of color, not ugliness. Slender, not thin, is how all women of the ton would wish to appear.”
“Oh.”
“Yes. Oh.” He shook his head. “And by all means, let us finish eating our dinner. Except the soup is now cold and inedible. I will ring for Clarke to bring the next course.” He followed his words with action.
Emily felt rather foolish. It was knowing her body’s reaction to the threatened spanking that had made her behave so defensively. Whitney could certainly not have intended to arouse her with such a threat. “I apologize once again for
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