Previously titled The Lakehouse Secrets, DANNGEROUS INTERFERENCE is an erotic spanking/menage suspense from Stormy Night Publications. Enjoy this short scene and check back Friday for the buy link.
It didn’t take him long to spot
her boat rental moored in an alcove around the bend from Bryan’s private dock. Shaking
his head, he counted himself lucky she didn’t realize she wasn’t as hidden as
she thought. Pulling into the entrance to the Hirst property, clearly marked
with a sign and double iron gates barring entry down the long graveled drive,
he hopped out of his Jeep and bypassed the gate on foot through the woods. A
few minutes later, he found her crouched at the back door, using a nail file as
she attempted to jimmy the lock, curses flying right and left as she met with
failure at each small twist.
Bent over, he took a moment to
admire her lush ass nicely displayed in loose, thin shorts, her long legs
conjuring up fantasies of the feel of those soft thighs clutching his waist as
he rode her hard. He took another moment to indulge in a few more scenarios
before he forced them to the back of his mind in order to focus on the problem
at hand.
He grinned, anticipation zinging
through his veins as he stepped forward and took her by surprise. “Problem,
luv?”
With a squeal that made her
blanch in mortification, Alena whirled around and found Nash Osborne not two
feet from her. How the hell had he snuck up on her? Those cobalt blue eyes held
amusement, but the stern set of his very enticing mouth told her she was in
trouble. Again.
Taking heart he wasn’t the law,
just a friend of the law, she bent to retrieve her purse and dropped her nail
file in it, trying to act as if she hadn’t been caught doing anything illegal. “No,
English, no problem. Just out for a stroll, thought I’d ask for a glass of
water, but it appears no one’s home, so I’ll be on my way.”
She moved to walk around him
when he wrapped his large hand around her upper arm, stopping her with his
gentle, but firm grip. Glancing up, his look confirmed she was in trouble
before he spoke.
“Had a nice chat with the beauty
shop owner, Cora Sue, I believe her name is. You’ve been prying again.”
She refused to give him the
satisfaction of trying to pull her arm free and failing to break his hold, so
she stood her ground and pasted on a cool look of unconcern, she hoped. “I told
both you and the sheriff I was going to find my sister, or a lead to her
whereabouts. I’m not leaving until I get something I can give to the Portland
PD.”
The smile that creased his lean,
tanned face sent a shiver of warning down her spine and a warm gush of heat
between her legs. Oh, good Lord, she
almost groaned aloud. This couldn’t be happening again, not with the same
reaction to a different man.
“You have two choices. I can
haul you into town and to the sheriff and let him know I caught you attempting
a break-in of one of Blue Springs’ finest residents in another attempt to
hinder his investigation, or you can suffer the consequences of your actions the
old-fashioned way again.” Nash almost made the mistake of chuckling aloud when
he dropped that hint he knew of Randy’s discipline and her eyes widened in
shock, and just a touch of arousal.
Heat curled low in her abdomen
from the look in his eyes, his suggestion responsible for the warm pulse
flooding her sheath with moisture. Was she turning into a spanking slut or was
it just these two men whom her radar had zeroed in on and refused to let go?
“Randy already tried that,” she
responded, attempting to defuse his intentions and regain her sanity.
“An introductory lesson, from
what he relayed to me. I won’t be as nice.” Turning, he sat on the small
glider, keeping hold of her arm as he looked up at her. “What’ll it be? Bend
over my lap or a trip to see the sheriff?”
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