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to catch her he’d been like Superman, and when he’d held her on the floor during the turbulence, she’d felt incredibly protected, almost as if he could have saved her had the plane gone down.
    As her anger faded she began to drift off, and she unexpectedly found herself wondering how it would feel to be held down by him, his cock ready to impale her. Spreading her legs, her hand slipped under her nightie and dropped against her sex, and in her half-sleepy state, she was surprised at the hot wetness she discovered. Circling her clit she allowed her mind to take over, and she could see him standing over her, shaking his finger, scolding her…
    I warned you, now you’re going to get spanked.
    Her eyes flew open.
    Shit, why is this turning me on?
    The stomach churning had started anew, and her thighs were tensing in hot need.
    Oooh, I need to do this, I don’t care why, I just do…
    Her finger rubbed aggressively, the image of him towering over her, his large hand rolling up that sleeve…
    The sharp, abrupt orgasm rattled through her, jolting her as the plane had jolted her, violent and startlingly quick, leaving her breathless.
    What the hell? So he’s super cute, and he’s an ex-marine, yeah, that’s a turn on, but…
    Rolling on her side she took long, deep breaths, and as sleep began to wash over her, his threatening words echoed in her head.
    If I take you back there, I will spank you hard. You’ll have to spend the rest of this flight laying on your side or standing up.

CHAPTER SIX
    S imon ensured the paparazzi knew of Lucinda’s arrival in London, along with all the details about her visit; her bodyguard was a handsome ex-marine named Joseph Cardinelli and the pair would be staying at his home in Belgravia. He had also arranged for a story about her to run in some Fleet Street papers, and the photographers and reporters had gathered early outside Simon’s door, awaiting Hollywood’s brightest and newest star. When the Rolls finally cruised down the street, the press began to do what they do, snap pictures, call out questions, and generally create havoc. Watching from the front reception room window, Belle crossed her arms and leaned into Simon.
    “She’ll be loving this,” she sighed. “She’ll bounce in here like Cleopatra.”
    “I didn’t know Cleopatra bounced. Didn’t she glide?” Simon chuckled.
    “Lucinda will do both, she’ll bounce, then she’ll glide,” Belle replied. “I wish she’d just come in through the garage.”
    “No, it has to be this way. Joseph’s picture has to be plastered in all the papers.”
    “I know, I know, and I do feel better since last night,” she remarked, turning to face him, “though my ass is scratchy.”
    “Happy to oblige,” he grinned. “Look, here they come.”
    Lucinda was glowing, soaking up the attention like a sponge soaking up water, and with his hand firmly around her elbow, Joseph was moving her through the throng and up to the front door.
    The weather was chilly, but fortunately dry, and Lucinda had chosen black leggings tucked into knee-high, spike-heeled, black patent leather boots, and a bright red sweater that could be glimpsed under a faux fur, zebra patterned coat. Crimson lipstick against her pale skin completed the glamorous ensemble, and she looked every bit the starlet.
    “Wow, she knows how to make an entrance,” Simon remarked.
    “You haven’t seen anything,” Belle declared, and looping her arm through his, started moving into the foyer to greet her sister.
    As they walked into the vast entry, Henry was opening the door with aplomb, and a moment later Lucinda swept in, stopped, turned in the door frame and waved.
    “Marvelous to meet you all. I’ll see you again soon, I’m sure,” she called, then moved past Henry and over to Belle, Joseph following closely behind.
    “Big sis,” she smiled. “What an amazing place, thanks for having me here, and you must be the rich and handsome Simon,” she gushed, kissing