Dani Torkaz has no room in her life for a romance with anyone, let alone with 'God's gift to women' Adam Fiori, but everything changes when circumstances compel her to accept a job as a nanny to his two young children.
Adam makes it clear that he will have no patience for rudeness, and it isn't long before her sharp tongue earns Dani a painful, humiliating bare-bottom spanking. The stern punishment sets more than just her backside on fire, however, and she is left begging to be taken hard and thoroughly.
As she settles into her new position, Dani finds herself feeling like she is part of a real family for the first time in her life, and her lust for her stern, handsome boss begins to blossom into love. But Adam has secrets he isn't sharing, and Dani has been hurt too many times to give him the benefit of the doubt. Can he win her trust before the wounds of the past destroy their future?
Publisher's Note: Taking in Dani includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book
“If I didn’t need this cake, you’d be wearing it,” I say.
“Then you’d be spanked by a man wearing cake.” He takes my chin in his hand. “I’d be making you eat it, too.”
His words are terse and his eyes firm, but there is no mistaking the heat in them. My insides squirm. He kisses me hard at first and then soft and sweet. I feel the tension leave his mouth as mine becomes pliable and inviting.
“Thank you for this,” he says as he pulls back slowly. He motions to the cake and gifts. “I don’t know how I’d manage without you.”
“You’d fail miserably,” I say smartly with a cheeky grin.
“You deserve a reward.” His brow arcs and I nod with deliberate slowness.
“We should get this cake upstairs,” I suggest.
“Kids are at the park.” He pulls his cell out of his pocket and holds up a text from Clara. It says, ‘@ the park.’
“But pizza,” I gasp as he seizes my sore ass and yanks me against him.
“Is it going to my place or here?” He starts nibbling my neck.
“They’re both yours,” I say sarcastically but point up.
He looks at me and his expression firms. I swallow as the weak-kneed feeling hits. He stops touching me, looks me straight in the eye and with a quick tap of his cell phone, puts it to his ear.
“Fred, send the pizza delivery to my guest suite.” He ends the call and dives into the hollow of my neck again. When I squirm and tighten my shoulders he growls, grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head back. Not rough, but forceful, and I grow wetter. I clutch his biceps and gasp at his untamed look.
“Hands behind your back,” he orders. When I hesitate, mesmerized by my body’s physical reaction to him, he swats my ass. I obey and he clasps a hand around my wrists.
“Come with me, little girl.” He guides me backward towards the dining table, his eyes devouring me, and hoists me on top.
“I’ve always been partial to appetizers before dinner.” He takes my arms and raises them above my head and then slides my top up with tantalizing slowness. I shiver once again when it brushes against my nipples. He grins and flicks them first with his thumbs and then with his moist tongue. I grab for him, and he growls placing my hands back behind me.
“Do you need incentive to do as you’re told, little girl?” His voice deepens as he speaks. It reverberates through my entire body, and I tingle and hum like the tines of a tuning fork. God, I love when he calls me little girl.
I look through my lashes demurely and shake my head. He sterns his expression and narrows his eyes in consideration. He gives me a peck then walks into the kitchen area grabbing a wooden spoon. The rooms are only separated by a breakfast bar, so my eyes follow him. I love the way he moves—so smoothly, so sure. When he’s back in front of me, he waves the spoon in my face before he sets it down with a clunk.
“No moving without permission,” he says, and I stick out my bottom lip. He shocks me as he dives and clasps it between his teeth gently. He sucks, pulling it as deep into his mouth as possible. When he releases it, he snickers and pushes me to lie flat on the table. He bends my legs at the knee and then runs his hand across the crotch of my yoga pants. I gasp and push myself unabashedly against his palm. He circles the heel of his hand, and I moan. I’m panting and completely naked on the table when the pizza arrives. Adam flashes a wolfish grin.
“Don’t move.” He pulls up his jeans, leaving the button precariously open. He slips his button-down shirt on but doesn’t do it up either. His chest is glorious and with the sheen of sweat on it, my heart flips between my legs.
“No,” I whisper and attempt to sit up so I can grab something to cover myself. He tsks.
“Nuh uh.” He hollers that he’s coming to the door and looks to me fiercely. “I’ll punish you if you move.” He is serious and yet I know he’s still playing. Nerves zip inside me. “I have some things at my place that I’m quite eager to try on you, Daniela Torkaz.”
The door opens in a way that blocks me from view but still leaves me feeling dangerously exposed and vulnerable. There is no real risk—just the thrilling illusion of it. Moisture pulses for him again. I can hear the guy talking to Adam — he’s so close—practically in the room. I worry my lip. And then I hold back an evil laugh and touch myself.
“Hey, Adam,” I call, and he looks around the door with a fifty poised in his hand to see my fingers buried.
“Oh.” His mouth freezes that way for a moment as he stares at my hand working myself. He disappears behind the door again. “Keep the change,” he says urgently, slamming the door. I’m starting to moan when he swears. I burst into giggles as he tosses the box and lunges at me.
I’m on my knees with him in my mouth and he’s snapping his belt across my ass at slow biting intervals when his phone buzzes. “We’ll continue this later.” He grabs my hair and pulls me off his cock. “Little girls that tease get punished, don’t they?” I nod and lick my swollen lips. I dress quickly ignoring the flutters his threat has caused. Like earlier, it’s the sexy dominant side of him threatening, not the loving man that spanks me for my own good, so it’s fun and hot.
About Kara Kelley:
Kara Kelley is a naughty Canuck (that’s a Canadian for those of you that don’t know), who loves spanks, a little bondage, tantalizing creative sex (trust me, honey this sh*t is gonna rock our world) and TIM HORTON’S. She’s full of playful mischief, loyalty and maybe some stubbornness, but she’ll never admit it. And she believes living in a secluded cabin in the woods (including good WIFI, a stocked Kindle, and plenty of chocolate) with her husband would be absolute bliss
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