She rubbed her body against John as she lifted herself up on her toes. Her eyes fluttered closed as she brushed her lips against his and whispered, “Oh, I definitely want to go home.” She nipped his lower lip and added, “As soon as you’re finished with that contract.” “Minx,” John complained, but his arms tightened around her and he lifted her off her feet as he kissed her. When he set her back on her feet, he swatted her bottom. Through the thin material of her slip, Leigh felt the sting of his hand all the way down to her toes. The rush of desire that coursed through her still-heated body took her by surprise. Neither of them was into punishment for pleasure, but after reading some of her steamier romance novels, she wondered if there was something to it. John often joked about spanking and occasionally, when he was feeling particularly playful, he would swat her on the fanny. Then, like today, he would rub the sting away. She wondered just how interested he was in the idea and made a mental note to find out later.
