Ruthless King

He had to stop his lips from twitching. He wasn’t used to sassiness. Especially not from Jilly.

But he liked it.

“Maybe.” He glanced up at her, staring into those blue eyes. Her lips parted.

They were pale pink. Full. Plump.

Glistening.

He should move his gaze away before he gave into the urge to kiss her. What was wrong with him?

Thankfully, she shifted her head, turning away. Had the redness in her cheeks intensified?

Had she turned away because she wanted to kiss him too?

“You can’t,” she whispered as he tugged her shoe and sock gently off.

“I can.”

“No.”

“Why not?” he asked.

“Because I’m a grown woman.”

“A grown woman can’t be spanked? I’d never spank a child, you know. So, I’d argue that the only people who should be spanked are adults. Naughty, sassy adults who don’t look aftertheir own safety. They’re the ones who need correcting the most.”

She shifted on the chair. Was she turned on?

Or did she have to pee?

He turned his attention to her foot. It was small. Delicate. She’d painted her nails a soft pink that suited her.

That color was all Jilly. Sweet and delicate.

“You shouldn’t touch it,” she said.

“Touch what?” he asked, his brain returning to their conversation. “Your butt?”

“What? No! Although yes, actually. You cannot touch my bottom.”

Amusement filled him at her words. Oh, they’d see about that.

4

What was happening right now?

He wouldn’t really spank her. He was teasing, right?

Sure. Because he sounds like he’s teasing. And he’s such a funny guy.

Yeah, she wasn’t sure she’d ever seen him laugh.

The man didn’t joke around.

He was serious.

Regent Malone didn’t make threats that he wasn’t prepared to carry out.