Male Review by Lillian Grant

a perfectly shaped eyebrow. “What man?”
    “You’ll be sorry you asked. How did it go with the bank loan?”
    “The manager is going to call me later with the answer. I wore my see-through blouse, peephole bra, and red miniskirt. I’m sure the whole deal is in the bag.”
    Meg had a vision of Laura at Maud’s age and shuddered. They were peas in a pod.
    “I’m ready to go, and if we don’t hurry I’ll have to pee behind a tree again before we get to the mall.”
    Laura stared at Meg. “She’s not serious?”
    Meg couldn’t keep the grin off her face. “Better hustle, Laura. And no need to rush back. Have fun.”
    She shut the door and leaned her forehead against the cool glass. Peace, perfect peace. For the first time in what seemed forever, the house was Maud-free.
    When she turned, Sam grinned at her. “Come here.”
    In two strides she reached him. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed tight. She was safe. Nothing was as good as a hug from Sam. Even before they were lovers his arms and his shoulder had been her solace from the world. If Ben & Jerry didn’t make her feel better, Sam could.
    She tipped her face up and he kissed the end of her nose. He let go and held her hand, leading the way to the sofa. He took a seat, and then pulled Meg into his lap. She wiggled to get comfy, and grinned when something below her thighs began to harden.
    “Sit still or I will spank you.”
    “Promises, promises.”
    He chuckled. “You are going to get it one day, but not now. We need to talk about yesterday.”
    Talking wasn’t on her agenda. She had a horrible sense she wouldn’t enjoy the conversation. Besides, the quickie in the shower room at the gym had been fun, but not enough. Who knew how long it would be before they got some time alone to wallow in the sensual joy of exploring each other’s bodies. She shivered at the delicious thought.
    “God, don’t look like that.”
    She frowned. “Like what?”
    “You really have no idea what effect you have on me, do you? Whatever you were just thinking had your face filled with unadulterated lust. I’m getting hard just imagining it.”
    “So I can tell.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled his ear.
    “Meg?”
    He smelled so good she wanted to eat him. She nipped his throat and licked the mark she left. His Adam’s apple bobbed and she admired his fortitude as he unraveled her arms from around him. After taking a deep breath, he looked at her.
    “Talking. Nothing else.”
    Annoyed that she hadn’t been able to shake his determination to waste precious time with a discussion, she folded her arms, got to her feet and huffed her annoyance. “I’m not stopping you. Carry on.”
    Before she had a chance to react, he grabbed a hold of her. He dragged her across his lap and she wiggled as he pulled the back of her track pants down. The first stinging slap on bare skin made her yelp, and the second sent heat coursing through her veins. He’d threatened, but she never thought he would actually spank her. Now he had, she wasn’t sure if she liked it or not. The third slap sealed the deal. She couldn’t hold back a moan as the burning pain from his hand made her insides quiver with need. He was so strong and manly. He could do anything he liked to her and she couldn’t stop him. God, that was so bad and yet so damn erotic. If the bulge currently digging into her stomach was any indication, he obviously agreed.
    Apparently happy he’d punished her enough, he tugged her pants back up and let her climb off his lap. Not willing to start anything else until he said she could, she curled up on the sofa next to him, wiggling a little to try and find a way to sit that didn’t aggravate the burn currently warming her butt.
    He ran his fingers through his hair and turned to look at her, his blue eyes dark and sultry. She chewed on her bottom lip. If he didn’t speak soon, her resolve to behave would melt.
    “Sorry. I shouldn’t have smacked you