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him and placed her palm on his pants, right over his cock. “But, you’re no more a gentleman than I am a lady.”
    He ought to push her hand away, get up and declare this charade at an end, and leave. What could she do to him for not honoring their bet? She couldn’t disgrace him with the fact without making herself ridiculous. And yet, some deep, evil spot inside him wanted to turn her over his knee and swat his fingers against her bum until they both smarted. And, his cock surely enjoyed the firmness of her touch.
    “I see you’re not immune to the idea,” she said.
    “I’m not immune to anything about you.”
    She bit her lip. “Well, then?”
    “Why would you want me to hit you?”
    “Not hit. Spank. Like a naughty child.” She moved her hand then, stroking the length of him. Up and down. Up and down.
    He managed to hold in a groan of pleasure. “Why would you want to be spanked?”
    “I want to surrender control. I’m tired of always taking charge, having responsibility, issuing orders. I only just realized this is why I came to England—a place where I don’t own anything but can be a simple woman with needs and desires.”
    “You’re anything but simple, Mrs. Trent.” He gritted his teeth and fought to control his rapidly escalating response to her touch.
    “You’re considering it,” she said. “I can read it in your face.”
    “This must never get out.”
    “I wouldn’t want anyone I know to see this side of me.”
    “If I do it, I’ll want to fuck you afterward.”
    The smile this time was sincere, even eager. “I’ll want that, too. Very much.”
    “All right, then, but you’ll have to tell me how to do it.”
    “Pretend I’ve done something wicked and you’re angry.”
    “You’ve been a bad girl, and I’m very cross.”
    “Oh, for heaven’s sake, is that the best you can do?” she demanded.
    “I’m not used to playacting.”
    “Oh, for heaven’s sake.” She rose, walked to the table and picked up a vase. “What if I were to break this?”
    “It looks expensive.”
    “It is, and I’ve only rented this house.” She hurled it against the fireplace where it crashed into dozens of pieces that fell to the floor with a clatter. “Not enough?”
    “This whole thing is preposterous.”
    She picked up his hat, tossed it onto the floor, and crushed it with her feet. “Was that expensive, too?”
    “Devilishly.” He crossed his arms over his chest and glowered at her. “Very well, Olivia, I’ll teach you to destroy other people’s possessions. You walk straight to me and bend over my knee.”
    Her cheeks turned a deep pink, and she bit her lip again. Harder this time, as if she’d like to draw blood. The action made him want to brush his tongue over the spot to soothe it. This session wasn’t about soothing her, though.
    “I’m waiting,” he said in the sternest tone he could muster with his erect member throbbing in his pants.
    She approached him slowly until she stood no more than an inch away. Still glowering, although his heart pounded in his chest, he put his hands at her waist and guided her down until she rested across his lap, her face pointed to the floor.
    “This is for your own good,” he declared as he lifted the skirt of her dressing gown. Dear God Almighty, she wore nothing underneath, and the two most sweetly rounded buttocks he’d ever seen lay exposed to his gaze. And, his hands.
    This time, he did moan. Only a stone could have remained unmoved by the sight of flesh as smooth and as rich as strawberries and cream.
    “Please don’t hit me,” she cried, in a breathless tone that told of her own excitement. She wiggled her arse in invitation. “I’ll behave myself.”
    “You need to learn your lesson.” He raised his hand, palm flat, and brought it down against her skin. It made a solid smacking sound, so he did it again on the other side.
    “Oh!” she said, as moisture seeped out of her onto the leg of his trousers. He parted her legs