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Templar Brothers series Book One
Ten years ago, Liam Templar lost everything when Naia White, his student, accused him of spanking her. Because of her, he was forced to give up his teaching license and lost a job he loved, not to mention his reputation. Naia never meant for things to go as far they had, but in the end, she was the reason Professor Templar's career was ruined. Now she's back and wants to make amends.
Liam can forgive her, but only after he's delivered that spanking. Anxious but intrigued, Naia agrees to take her punishment. However, once it's over, both Liam and Naia must face the fact that although they have feelings for one another, they come from two different worlds.
Although Liam's had his heart broken before by women outside of his lifestyle, his feelings for Naia overrule logic. He proposes she spend a weekend with him where she'll come to know his needs and desires. He realizes he must be firm with the once impulsive girl who grew into his ideal woman, but will she run after she spends time in his world?
Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 25, 2013
Publisher: Liquid Silver Books
“What is it you want to talk about, Ms. White?” he asked, smiling a smile that wasn't one at all.
“I came to say I'm sorry. What I did back then, it was stupid. I was selfish and young and naïve…”
“I would never have called you naïve, Ms. White,” he said while the grin played on his lips.
She glared at him and stubborn pride asserted itself. “You know what? Forget it. This was a mistake.” She scooted toward the other end of the booth where she could make her escape. This was too much. He was still too much for her.
His hand closed around her thigh, just above her knee, holding her in place.
“Ouch!” She winced when it dug into the tender flesh of her leg. “Take your hand off of me.” She wouldn't be going anywhere, much less moving an inch, unless he allowed her to.
“You'll sit and you'll finish your drink.” His voice was a dark whisper. The smile was back but it still didn't touch his eyes.
With trembling hands, she picked up her glass, trying to hold his gaze as she swallowed the remainder of her drink.
“Good girl. I'll get you another while you finish with your apology.”
“I'm through apologi—” His hand tightened like a vice around her thigh once again.
“You're through when I say you're through. You're in my club, Ms. White. My rules this time. And you should know I don't suffer prissy, spoiled little girls anymore so grow up fast.”
The waitress brought two more drinks and left quickly. Perceptive, thought Naia.
“Your accusation ten years ago cost me not only my job but my reputation as well. I couldn't teach after that. Did that brain of yours have any idea what you were doing to my life?” His grip tightened even more.
“You're hurting me, Professor,” she whispered, goose bumps covering her body from head to toe. He was pure power, a force to be reckoned with, and her body reacted.
He eased his grip, and then let her go altogether. Picking up his vodka tonic, he drank it down.
“I came to tell you I was sorry. It was my fault, you did nothing wrong. I lied to everyone about you and I don't know what I can do about it now but I want to make amends.”
This brought a real smile to his lips, and she felt the color drain from her face.
“Do I make you nervous, Ms. White?” he asked.
She shook her head, her eyes huge with anxiety.
“I should go. I've said what I came to say and you obviously don't care,” she said.
His hand once again closed around her thigh.
“You want to make amends? Why? Wait, let me guess, you've found Jesus?” he asked, taunting her. This time he didn't ease up the pressure on her leg even when she made a small, pained noise. “Why, Ms. White?”
Because I can't get you out of my mind, her brain screamed. But her answer to him was a little different. “I feel … guilt, I suppose.”
“So you want to ease your conscience.” It was a statement, not a question, and she could see he was thinking.
“All right,” he began. “Perhaps your guilt's been left unpunished for too long. Has it festered? Making you uncomfortable? How far are you willing to go to ease it, Ms. White?”
She waited, knowing from the look in his eyes he had a plan. How far was she willing to go?
“What if I suggested we start where you claimed I left off ten years ago,” he said.
She flushed, knowing what he was alluding to. She'd known he would, hadn't she? Wasn't this what she wanted in fact? “What do you mean?”
“Oh, you're a smart girl. I think you have some idea. But I'll spell it out for you. You told the board that I spanked you, isn't that right?”
Shame reddened her cheeks even more. “In my defense, you did threaten…”
“You knew it wasn't serious.” He cut her off, no flirtation in his tone.
“I…” she began, but he was right.
“You knew.” If looks could kill…
“Yes, I knew,” she said.
“How many strokes was it? I don't recall. Can you refresh my memory?”
“Thirty, Professor.” She was digging her own grave and she knew it.
“Yes, thirty. After I forced you to bend over my desk, lift your skirt and take your panties down, correct?”
Oh God… “Yes, sir.”
“Okay, you want to make amends. To atone for your sins.”
She nodded even though it wasn't a question.
“Take that long overdue spanking, Ms. White, and you'll have my forgiveness.”
“You won't be negotiating your way out of this one I'm afraid,” he cut her off. “If you're genuine in your desire to make amends, this is what I require.”
She swallowed. The thought of Professor Templar spanking her thrilled her even as it terrified her soul.
“No less. Don't waste my time. For how long are you in town?”
“Today is Sunday. I'll give you until Friday to decide. Where are you staying?”
“At the Marriott Cherry Creek.”
“Six hundred four.”
“Go back to your hotel, Ms. White, and think hard. I'll be there at nine PM on Friday. If you decide this isn't what you want after all, leave word at the front desk and it'll be like we never had this conversation. I will forget about it and you won't contact me again. However, if you decide you'd like to follow through, be ready for me. Fair enough?”
She considered, knowing this was her only option, unless she chose to turn her back on Liam Templar for good. Squaring her shoulders, she mustered up all the courage she could gather. At least he didn't expect her to give her answer on the spot.
He didn't say anything but glared at her as she tried hard not to squirm in her seat. He slowly moved out of the booth and extended his arm for her to go ahead.
She scooted out, trying not to touch her body to his, which was impossible. When her back was directly to his front, he grabbed and held her to him. She felt his arousal through the leather of her skirt as it pressed against her low back. He was doing it on purpose, she knew it. He wanted her to feel how excited he was by the prospect of spanking her.
Well, she felt it.
But he wasn't ready to let her go just yet. One hand picked up her hair and set it over her right shoulder, exposing her neck, her ear. His lips came to a millimeter from her throat, breathing her in, his breath hot, making every hair on her body stand on end.
“Ms. White,” he finally whispered against her ear.
The way he said her name made her shudder. A small sound escaped her when the stubble on his chin brushed against her flesh and his lips found her neck. His tongue touched her rapidly beating pulse and traced a slow, torturous line to her throat where he hovered for one moment before closing his lips and sucking. She shut her eyes, her body coming alive under his hot, wet mouth. She was at his mercy.
“Do you remember the words you said to me that day?” he whispered, licking her ear now.
How could she forget them? She nodded.
“I'm yours to punish or pleasure as you see fit, Professor.” She repeated the exact words she'd used ten years ago, the memory still so fresh.
“Knowing that—be very certain about your decision. You cost me my career and I will extract great pleasure from administering your punishment. Ten years is a long time to wait.”
His whisper was a threat and it sent shivers through her body.
“Think hard, Ms. White.”
He let her go. The removal of his body from hers left her cold and breathless. She grabbed the edge of the table to keep herself from stumbling forward. It took all she had not to run out of the club and into a waiting taxi. Once inside the yellow cab, she slammed the door shut and blurted out the name of her hotel.
What the hell was she thinking?
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