Page 111 of Shephard

“Two minutes. We have work to do.” I thrust my ass out as he brought his belt down again and again, my charged moans following each ringing snap. The pain was fierce, but the wetness between my legs reminded me how crazed I was about the man. It would seem the man wouldn’t be content until my bottom matched my dress.

Mr. Grumpy.

As he finished the spanking, I wiggled again. He wasn’t a traditional Prince Charming to say the least, but he fit me perfectly.

“Now, you’re going to be a good girl and follow my rules. Right?” He dared ask the question after righting my clothes and pulling me to a standing position.

I tapped him on the nose with my index finger before backing away. “Nope.”

“I think I’ll get a cage before we go home tonight.”

“Ha!” Home. It was the first time he’d used the word. It didn’t matter which house we went to. Just being together was all that mattered. “Don’t forget the file.”

I blew him a kiss before throwing open the door. Flushed and wet wasn’t the best way to go into a lunch meeting of this type, but I had no other choice.

Thanks to the mean mountain man.

He joined me, his smile having faded. As soon as we were in the elevator all alone, I was certain the man was going to devour me.

“One bad girl. I’ll take care of that later,” he told me.

“I thought you just did.”

His smile returned and he took a deep whiff of my perfume. I had to admit I did look pretty hot. “My bad girl.”

The moment we walked into the lobby, there wasn’t a single person that wasn’t watching us as we headed to the outdoor café. It was usually less busy this time of day, the perfect spot for engaging in a ruse. It was necessary, but even the big man seemed to hate the objective.

I’d spent a little time double checking the facts, learning the reason behind the theft. I had a little sympathy, but it was still a crime.

And I was still deputized.

But sometimes law enforcement also meant following the heart, not the rules in their entirety. That’s what I had planned.

Shephard had taken on the role of resort owner in several ways, including updating his wardrobe to classier attire. On this day, he looked like a million bucks even if I preferred him without clothes.

He pulled out my chair, the table in one of the most beautiful locations in the resort in my opinion. The views of the mountains and a lovely terrace with a huge fountain were peaceful and inviting.

A bottle of wine was presented only seconds after I placed my napkin in my lap.

“Middle of the day?” I asked.

“Why not?”

“Good point.” I noticed he hadn’t placed the file on the table and sighed.

“I also took the liberty of ordering a special meal. Complete with a visit from the chef.”

“Ah. Clever.”

“Always, sweetheart. You’ll learn that,” he said, chuckling after.

“I already have. Did you send me the media file?”

“I did.”

“I’ll cue it up. The video should be all we need.”

Sighing, he looked away. “Well, maybe fresh blood is what the resort needs.”