Chaili was actually pretty okay with that. She needed a few minutes to recover. He’d spanked her to climax. Seated at the island, sipping a Diet Coke and watching while Marc cut up a salad, she tried to catch her breath and wrap her mind around that simple fact. He’d spanked her to climax. Desperate to get them back to someplace that felt comfortable, she said lightly, “You’re surprisingly domestic, Marc.” “I told you, if I wanted anything other than carryout or mac and cheese.” He shrugged. Then he gave her a telling look. “I love the way you say my name when you’re in the middle of an orgasm.” Her throat went dry and she gulped down half of her drink. She tried to get back on level footing and look what happened… “You keep trying to put up a wall. What’s the deal with that?” She reached over and plucked an olive out of the bowl. “No walls. What do you mean?” “Chaili.” Shit. Closing her eyes, she lowered her head.
