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  "Baby, I expect nothing less from you than to not do as I ask." He turned her in his arms, held her close and kissed her again, a lingering kiss that made the tips of her toes curl in delight. "Now, take 'em down."

  She glanced at the door, then bit her lower lip. "I might get more trick or treaters."

  He kissed her again, his tongue sliding inside her mouth, wiggling gently until she groaned. Then he crossed to the front door, shut and locked it, then turned off the light.

  "The streets are dead out there," he said, turning back to her. He walked back to her side, then took her hand. "I'm going to make love to you tonight."

  "Is that my treat?"

  "That's both our treats," he said, nibbling on her lower lip. "But first I'm going to finish that spanking."

  He led her to the hallway and she gladly followed, anticipation soaring through her at the thought of taking him inside her, of sleeping, and waking, next to him.

  Once inside the bedroom he shut the door, then stood in front of her. "Take down your jeans, you naughty girl." The tone of his voice let her know this was going to be one of the "other spankings," an erotic one that would bring them both pleasure.

  Without argument she undid her jeans, putting her thumbs in the waistband and stopping.

  "Over to the bed," he said, the tone of desire even thicker. "Take your jeans and your panties down to your ankles, then bend over."

  She did exactly what he asked, her excitement growing with step. She was angry with him for not calling or two weeks, yes, but she was thrilled with his surprise. He would be living in Amarillo, just an hour away. Maybe this relationship would end up working after all.

  He cupped one cheek and squeezed, then cupped the other one and did the same. "Naughty girl." And then he slapped her ass. Leslie groaned as he slapped her ass again, and again.

  The sting was rough, but the pleasure, mixed with the anticipation of taking him inside her, the pleasure of being with Reed again, was beyond anything she'd ever felt before. He delivered five hard slaps to each cheek, then gently trailed his fingers over her cheeks.

  "Nice and warm," he murmured. "Are you going to be good?"

  "Doubt it." She groaned as he slapped her ass twice more.

  "I'm happy to hear that." He bent down and tugged on her jeans, instructing her when to move her legs to help him remove the clothing. When her bottom half was naked he caressed her, his fingers moving over the thighs and calves, leaving whispers of pleasure in their wake.

  "You're so beautiful," he said, his breath tickling her neck as he bent over her, rubbing his jeans against her naked backside. "That's the first thing I thought when I walked into your cafe, how beautiful you were."

  "Yeah?" She stood and shivered as he lifted her sweater over her head, unhooked her bra.

  "Yeah." He cupped her breasts, pulling her back into his hard body. She could feel his cock straining against his jeans, but when he let her go long enough to strip, she thought she would die.

  When he spooned against her again she felt the length of him along her backside and she groaned in pleasure, moving her hands to grasp his hips. "Take me."

  He took a step back and slapped her ass twice more. Then he twirled her around before toppling them both onto the bed. He was inside her in one swift stroke, her wetness paving the way for the hard length of him.

  She wrapped her legs around him as he rocked, the contract making her clit twitch in appreciation. As his movements picked up speed he leaned down to kiss her and she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him as tightly as she could.

  The hard thrusts sent her soaring, her orgasm slamming into her like nothing had ever done before. She felt him seize, and release inside her and for a very few seconds she worried about babies, and then she relaxed. She had nothing to worry about with Reed here, with her.

  "I want you to live here, unless you don't want to drive back and forth to Amarillo."

  "I found a very cheap, short-term lease apartment in the hopes you'd say that," he said, his voice still heavy with exertion.

  "Will you marry me?"

  "I think that's my line." He kissed her gently. "But yes, I'll marry you, if you'll marry me."

  "As long as there's a part in the vows about no spankings." The grin he gave her made her giggle.

  "Oh no, as a matter of fact, it's going to say, to love, honor and obey. Or be spanked. Understand?" He nibbled on the end of her nose and she sighed. Then he rolled them over, wrapped his calves around hers and slapped her ass.

  "Yes sir, I understand. But I'm not sure I can follow the obey part."

  He slapped her ass again, then kissed her soundly, gazing into her eyes when the kiss broke. "I'm very glad to hear that. Because I know you like being spanked."

  "I do not!" She tried to push away but he held her close.

  "Bull, remember, I have to see evidence of things, and when I spank you, I can see evidence of your arousal. Even when you were professing your hate for me, you wanted me just as much as I wanted you. Even when I spanked you for punishment, your nipples got hard."

  "Liar."

  "Shall we test my theory? Let me get my belt." He started to rise but she pushed him back.

  "You're not going anywhere. I'm not done with you yet."

  "Baby, I'm thrilled to hear that." They both looked down at his erection, peeking up at them. "Because I'm not done with you, either."

  She laughed. "You know, I've been thinking of hiring a private detective. Those lights at Blade are still bothering me. I want to know what they were. Are you game?"

  He winked at her. "Baby, with you, I'm game for anything."

  The End

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