Ruthless King

So, did he really intend to spank her if he thought she needed it?

Lord help her.

Why didn’t she hate that idea? She should be ordering him out of her house . . . that was really his house . . . that he had a key to.

Holy. Moly.

Regent Malone had a key to her house.

He could come inside at any time.

What was she doing? Was it wise for her to stay here?

And where else would you go? You can’t afford anywhere else.

She had no savings. She’d sold everything that she could.

She’d be starting from absolute scratch.

Not to mention that Mama would likely return from her travels. And Jilly didn’t want that.

So, for now, she’d stay.

What would it be like to be over his knee? To feel him pressed against her? Would he strip off her panties and spank her bare? Would he lecture her?

Damn. Her clit was throbbing at the thought of him touching her like that.

For so long, he’d been the subject of her every fantasy. She’d even dreamed of him when she was with Lowell. Something that she’d felt ashamed of but had been unable to stop herself from doing.

Now she had a new fantasy to dream about.

And she’d thought the one she’d had about him the other night had been a doozy.

“Behave yourself and I won’t need to touch your bottom,” he warned.

“I always behave myself.”

That was the problem. She was too good. She didn’t push things enough. No one had ever accused her of pushing limits or boundaries. No one had ever threatened to take her in hand.

She was Jilly the rule follower. Jilly the boring.

Hadn’t Lowell told her that often enough? How boring and predictable she was?

She wasn’t exciting or interesting.

“Hmm. I thought you did. Now, I’m wondering. Walking around at night on your own isn’t something a good girl would do. And a good girl would have replaced the bulb in her security light.”

“I don’t usually walk home from the bus stop at night, but my boss kept me late, I needed to get groceries, and then the bus broke down. It was just bad luck all around.”

“Hmm. Why did your boss keep you back?” he asked as his hand pressed against the top of her foot.

She hissed.

“It’s that sore? Maybe you do need to see a doctor.”

“No. I just have sensitive feet.”

He gave her a stern look.