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When Jamie entered the foyer, Reed was standing just inside the office. He deliberately checked his watch. “Fifteen minutes late?”
“I can explain,” Jamie said hurriedly.
“I certainly hope so, young lady.” He stepped aside and Jamie entered the office. Ethan sat behind his desk watching her.
“Good morning, Daddy Ethan,” she greeted solemnly and went to sit in the nearest chair.
“Don’t bother sitting down,” Reed remarked from close behind. His hand slipped under her skirt and caressed her bare bottom. “Good girl, you remembered not to wear panties.”
Without warning he splayed one hand on her belly to hold her still and shoved a finger up her pussy.
“Your pussy’s soaking wet. Is that why you’re late? Were you lying in bed with your legs spread wide and a dildo up your cunt?”
Jamie’s mouth flapped open and shut. This sort of questioning coming from Reed was shocking. “I made sure I woke up in plenty of time, but I got pulled over.”
Ethan shot Reed an innocent glance. “Pulled over?”
“I, yes, I was pulled over for speeding, but for the life of me I can’t remember driving fast.” Her pussy leaked, leaving a wet trail down the insides of her legs.
Reed held up the finger he just had in her pussy. “Ethan, I do believe our little girl gets off on authority. Is that what happened, Jamie? Did the officer who pulled you over get you all horny?” Before she had a chance to reply, he placed his wet digit between her lips. “Lick it off.”
Jamie eagerly took his finger into her mouth and began to suck. With his other hand Reed pushed her down to her knees and bent over. “That’s a good girl. You like tasting yourself. Soon Daddy Reed’s cock will be in your mouth, but you must be punished first.”
Reed pulled his finger from her mouth and yanked her up from the floor. Jamie watched as he began to unbuckle his belt. “Take off your blouse and bra.”
Beneath hooded lids, Riley watched him walk to the door. “What am I supposed to call you?”
He stopped and looked at her. “Call me?”
“Yes, call you. Should I call you Mr. Wade, Jim, or how about Daddy?” The naughty part of her couldn’t resist poking the bear one more time.
He appeared to ponder a moment. “Maybe Daddy wouldn’t be a bad idea. You certainly could use one.”
“You made that observation quite clear, Mr. Wade.”
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Taming Lady Lydia
Author comments on book: Taming Lady Lydia is the most sensual and potent romance I have ever penned. Lord Markham is the Regency hero I always fantasised about… He’s a strict authoritarian with a loving, tender heart.
When eighteen-year-old Lady Lydia Franklin becomes the ward of Lord Thomas Markham after her father’s death, she quickly discovers that the wealthy, handsome gentleman believes in strict discipline for wayward young women. Her penchant for naughtiness soon earns her a sound spanking, but despite his willingness to punish her as often and as shamefully as he feels it necessary, Thomas’ firm-handed correction leaves Lydia helplessly aroused.
Though he is charged with ensuring that Lydia’s innocence is preserved, Thomas cannot help but notice her body’s response to his stern chastisement. It isn’t long before she is lying naked across his lap as she is spanked thoroughly and then brought to a blushing climax, and over the coming days he sets about teaching her what it means to surrender herself completely to a dominant man.
Being taken in Thomas’ arms proves more pleasurable than Lydia ever dreamed, and she finds herself imagining a future as his wife rather than his ward, but the dark rumors about his past are hard to ignore. When he asks for her hand she agrees to be his bride, but once the wedding is over will the bond between them hold firm or will it all end in scandal and heartbreak?
Publisher’s Note: Taming Lady Lydia includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
He looks at me, his face burning with intent. “Know this Lydia,” he says in an even tone. “I have grown immensely fond of you these last days. I will care for you, look after your needs, and be here for you, but whenever you choose to overstep the line, I will punish you.”
“I do so enjoy the sound of my name on those lips,” he says, eyeing my mouth intently.
My lips part at the statement, as though his eyes have commanded them to do so.
“My Lord, I do not know what you have done to me, but ever since we met, I have been captured.”
A glimpse of the dominant Lord.
“Indeed,” he says. “But what to you deserve, Lady Lydia, for the disrespect and disobedience that you have shown me?”
Our eyes reconnect in a heartbeat, mine wide as he considers his own question. Can he really mean to punish me for what had transpired last night? The thought provokes the old insolence in me, and yet there is something else – that other feeling – the one which had pooled between my thighs when he had taken Lucy over his knee.
“I know not, My Lord,” I reply even as my face flushes in front of him.
“Then let me tell you, My Lady. As my ward you have no say on my verdict,” he says, his voice still soft, but brimming with quiet authority. “You are mine now, and it is my role to guide you and provide you with the correct moral framework. As such I shall decide upon your penance.”
I clench the muscles deep within me as his words resonate around my head. “Yes, My Lord,” I say in a small, hushed voice, and for the first time in my life I take solace in this act of subservience. Lord Markham seems like a man who may be worthy to take control of me. Until now I believe I had not met a single one.
His voice is low and steely, making me uneasy. “I thought I had only recently delivered a lesson in respect, and yet now I find it may need teaching again.”
The knot of excited anxiety in me twists, knowing full well what he means, and yet refusing to acknowledge it. “There is nothing further to learn, My Lord,” I say hopefully. “I meant no offence by it!”
“And yet offence was taken?” he replies, staring at me severely.
“For that I am sorry,” I reply, in a little more than a whimper.
He nods, a small smile forming on those lips. “I suspect you will be,” he answers. “Once you have been taken over my knee again.”
My heart is raging inside of me, and threatens to push up into my throat. “My Lord!” I gasp, “you cannot mean to do so here, in the carriage? What if we are seen? What if the driver, or the footman hears us?”
The smile on his face grows. “Then I daresay that you, My Lady, will be rather embarrassed?”
My breath is coming in short bursts now, and I am close to panting again. “But, Thomas – what will people think?” I look to the carriage door anxiously, as though escape is even an option available to me.
“Most likely my dear, they will think you are a naughty young woman in need of correction from her guardian, and they would be right, wouldn’t they?”
A Little Atonement
by Best Selling author Maggie Ryan
When Liam McCormick decided to take a vacation at his remote mountain cabin, the last thing he expected was to find his ex-fiancée waiting for him there. Elena Reeds was the love of his life, and when she called things off between them it broke Liam’s heart. Unable to stand the thought of her being sad and forlorn, he doesn’t hesitate to give her a second chance, but this time he isn’t going to let her run away from her need for a firm but loving daddy.
Soon enough Elena is standing in the corner to think about her naughty behavior before being taken over Liam’s knee for a long, hard spanking on her bare bottom. More embarrassing still, after the punishment she is shaved properly so everything will be fully on display for her daddy, then thoroughly and intimately bathed, dressed in cute pajamas, and put down for a nap.
Over the coming days, Elena grows accustomed to Liam’s stern discipline and tender care, and being held in his arms and made his own is better than anything she’s ever experienced. But when the time comes to leave the cabin and return to their daily lives, will Elena’s fear that Liam will lose interest in her come true or can he prove to her that she will always be his little girl?
Publisher’s Note: A Little Atonement includes spankings, sexual scenes, and age play. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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Sounds like Elena is getting mouthy 😉
PG13 – Corner time
“God, I wish you’d just shut up! This is boring!”
“I-I mean, not boring, but… I-I don’t like staring at the wall, my nose already itches and I can’t think like this.”
“Then, by all means, let’s see if we can make it easier for you, shall we?”
God, how she hated when he said that phrase. It usually preceded things that she didn’t particularly like. “Let’s get this spanking done, shall we?” “Let’s see how long you care to continue that snotty attitude, shall we?” “Let’s see if this paddle will make a better impression, shall we?”
“No, I mean, thank you for offering, but that’s okay. I’ll just stand…”
His chuckle silenced her, and she felt her face flush realizing how idiotic that had probably sounded, but the twirl of his finger indicating she was to turn back around had her hoping that he was in a forgiving mood. Once she was facing the corner again, it became clear that despite his chuckle, her daddy did not consider her offer humorous in the least. She felt his hands slip beneath her sweater and then his fingers unbuttoning her jeans. The sound of the zipper’s teeth ratcheting along its tracks followed as he leaned over her back to speak close to her ear.
“Let’s see if you’ll find it easier to focus on your naughty behavior with the part of your anatomy that will pay for those choices hanging out in the wind, shall we?” She wasn’t sure if she would have been able to answer even if his question hadn’t been rhetorical. A tug had her jeans beginning their descent and they didn’t stop until they were at her ankles. When fingers returned to slip into the waistband of her panties, she couldn’t help but clench her buttocks when they were slowly bared as he peeled the lacy blue fabric down. Once they rested on top of her jeans, she whimpered as the final barrier was removed with his lifting of the hem of her sweater.
“Hold this up, Elena. I want to see every inch of that naughty bottom.”
Taking the soft fabric in her hands, she pulled it up a bit, her entire body flushing with heat and yet she whispered, “But it’s cold.”
“Oh, sweetheart, Daddy has a solution for that as well.”
USA Today and #1 International Best Selling and Multi-award Winning Author in Victorian/ Historical, Contemporary and Western Erotic Romance.
Fantasy is a world that offers endless possibilities. Whether you travel back in time to when the plains were open, take a journey to the cobblestone streets of London, take a stroll along the beach or walk through the streets of some foreign country, every letter of every word offers infinite possibilities. I love to write stories that take a reader on a journey, one they can disappear into and experience what might have been or what is to come. I never try to restrict myself to any one genre because there are just too many delicious possibilities out there and inside my head. I hope you will curl up in your favorite chair and take the journey with me. Happy Reading!
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Other Titles by Maggie Ryan
The Black Stallion Trilogy (With Alta Hensley)
Women of Wintercrest series:
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Lessons in Submission series:
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Masters of the Castle series:
Anthologies and Box Sets:
Hero to Obey
Suspended (Black Light series)
His Passionate Pioneer, Willamette Wives Book One
Louisa Revealed, Women of Wintercrest Book One
Lord Edward’s Law, Women of Wintercrest Book Two
Claimed, Women of Wintercrest Book Three
Designed for Submission, Divine Designs Book One
A Submissive’s Dream, Divine Designs Book Two
Lucy’s Journey Home, Hunter’s Ridge Book One
Homecoming, Hunter’s Ridge Book Two
Chosen by the High Judge
by Jaye Peaches
After twenty-year-old Zara Webb is arrested for delinquent behavior while living as an exchange student in an alien colony, she is placed into the custody of High Judge Galen Hosta. For the duration of her sentence, she will live in Galen’s home and under his authority, and the stern, handsome warrior will have the right not only to punish her in any way he sees fit, but also to take her to his bed and enjoy her beautiful body in any way he pleases.
Within moments of her sentence being pronounced, Zara finds herself over Galen’s lap for a painful, embarrassing bare-bottom spanking. But when she kneels at his feet, blushing crimson as she is made to thank him for her well-deserved punishment in the most humiliating way possible, she cannot hide her helpless arousal.
Over the coming days, Zara discovers that Galen’s mastery of her body will be far more thorough than she would have thought possible, yet even as she is brought to one intense, shameful climax after another, her need for him only grows stronger. But when her sentence is complete and she is no longer his prisoner, will she choose to stay by his side as his mate?
Publisher’s Note: Chosen by the High Judge is a stand-alone book set in the same world as Chosen by the Governor. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
“You’re a prisoner. You will earn my trust. If you behave, then I shall reward you with greater liberties. The first test is to take down your pants and bend over my lap. Now!”
Her mouth hung open for a few seconds. “But… but why?”
“Your ass needs tempering. And, I want to punish it.” He touched the back of the chair as if to claim it. “It’s time you took responsibility for the trouble you’re in, or have you forgotten what a naughty human you’ve been?”
The reprimand was the sort of silly thing her father might say to her when she’d done something wrong—naughty girl, Zara. Except when Galen said the words, they didn’t sound the slightest bit silly. He’d given them an edge, a hardness in his tone that made her pulse race and her skin tingle.
He pulled her to her feet. Before she could protest, he sat on the chair, drew her down and over his lap, and began to pull down her waistband. He dragged her pants down to her knees and as she wriggled, he did the same to her panties. No cool rush of air hit her skin; she was too hot to feel anything remotely refreshing. She clenched her ass cheeks tight together and went rigid.
Was this any less humiliating than being tied to a post and whipped while the world watched on? Probably, it certainly felt that way.
The smack of his hand on her ass caused her to jump up, so he grabbed her arm and pinned it behind her back, then hooked his leg over hers, preventing her from rising up. The next smack drove her deeper onto his lap until she felt the hard muscles of his thighs.
She squawked as he continued to switch from one buttock to another at a rapid pace and the noise echoed around his office in a horrible way, as if her bottom had been turned into a drum set.
“Oh, ow, ow!” she howled, feeling each slap meet her tense cheeks. She knew she should try to calm down, but she couldn’t. The more she battled against him, the harder his hand came down and the worse it felt.
She’d never been spanked before. It wasn’t horrendously painful or even agonizing, but it still damn well hurt. She tried to twist her bottom to one side, but he’d locked her in place with his firm grip.
“Keep still, little human,” he commanded and rained down a few more smacks.
What an insulting remark—it made her sound weak. She humped his lap in protest and drummed her toes on the floor. Her panties joined her pants around her ankles. Now her legs were completely bare.
“You will learn to keep still or these spankings will last longer,” Galen said.
I’m an author of erotic D/s romances including Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM, spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books. Thank you!
When not writing, I’m busy spending time with my family, sometimes drawing, cat watching and if good weather allows, which being England is never often enough, I’m pulling up the weeds in my garden.
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Ashe Barker is here with Her Celtic Captor
As the sister of a powerful Viking chief, Brynhild Freysson is used to giving orders and having them obeyed, which makes it all the more difficult to accept when she suddenly finds herself at the mercy of a Celtic warrior intent on bringing her back to his village whether she likes it or not.
Taranc was a leader of his people before he was taken captive by Viking raiders, and now that he is a free man once more he has no intention of allowing a headstrong Norse woman to slow down his journey home with her stubborn disobedience. When Brynhild refuses to do as she is told, he wastes no time in baring her bottom for a thorough switching, and he makes it quite clear that she can expect even more painful and humiliating punishments if she continues to defy him.
Though her hatred of the Celts runs deep, Taranc’s stern dominance awakens desires in Brynhild that she thought she would never feel again, and when he takes her in his arms and claims her properly it is more pleasurable than she would have thought possible. But though her passion for him grows by the day, can she ever truly love a man whose people are enemies of her own?
Publisher’s Note: Her Celtic Captor is a stand-alone sequel to Her Rogue Viking and Her Dark Viking. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book
“Gather kindling and load the fire pits. Get on with it. Do you think your fire will light itself, perhaps?”
Taranc spun in surprise at the haughty female voice behind him, and almost swallowed his tongue. The tall, blonde woman who approached across the meadow beside a loaded barrow and flanked by two young thralls was nothing short of stunning. She fought to keep a crate of squawking poultry balanced on top of what appeared to be a pile of blankets, her waist-length plaited hair shining in the early afternoon sunlight. If he had ever beheld a vision more beautiful he could not recall it, and Taranc was a man normally possessed of an excellent memory.
He stepped forward to catch the crate before it tumbled to the ground. It would be a pity if those birds were to escape after all the trouble this trio had gone to in order to drag the clucking fowls all the way over here. He lowered it to the grass and peered through the slats at the irate chickens within. Could this be their supper, perhaps?
“Light fires.” The Viking woman cast her gaze about the sorry crowd, clearly irritated by their inactivity. “You will need to cook, to keep warm. Here is firewood.” The woman gestured at the pile of logs. “I shall send bread…”
“Thank you.” Taranc offered the woman a polite bow. “We would appreciate that.”
She fixed him with a cold stare. “And I would appreciate it if you would set your quarters to rights. Here are blankets, since it will be cold later. You will find kindling hereabouts if you seek it.” She glowered at him, her jaw clenching. “Move. You have not been brought here in order that you may sit about taking your ease the entire day.”
She might be lovely to look at, but the woman was sorely lacking in compassion, concluded Taranc. She had eyes in her head, a perfectly delightful shade of pale blue, he noted. Could she not see the state his people were in? She was seemingly as misguided at Dagr.
“Lady, we have walked for two days, had almost nothing to eat and no rest. We are tired and hungry, and can do no more this day. We thank you for the firewood and the food you have provided, and as soon as a few of us have our breath back we will do as you suggest. But once the fires are lit, I believe it is fair to say we will be taking our ease the rest of this fine afternoon.”
Her expression was a delightful mix of outrage and incredulity. Her lovely mouth worked though she appeared at a loss for words. Dagr, too, seemed near enough ready to explode and his whip was already curling in the air. Taranc had had enough and stepped forward to disarm the man, then tossed the weapon to the ground. He was at once surrounded by Viking warriors, their swords drawn.
The Viking woman stepped forward and slapped the man closest to her on the shoulder. “Stop, all of you. Are you quite mad? My brother did not have these slaves brought here only for you dolts to slaughter his workers before so much as one stone has been laid. Our granary requires live thralls to build it.”
“Lady, this does not concern you,” intoned the arrogant Dagr as he retrieved his whip. “I shall deal with the slaves, and—”
“All at Skarthveit concerns me,” corrected the vision of loveliness. The venom in her tone did not escape Taranc, even if Dagr seemed oblivious. “And you,” she turned her attention to Taranc, “you will do as I ask. Now.”
Taranc might lust after the Viking noblewoman, he was a male and drew breath so how could he not? But he did not like her, and he had never yet fucked a woman he disliked.
“Allow me to be plain since I wish there to be no misunderstanding between us. You are coming with me. You will be silent, and you will be co-operative. If you cause me no problems we shall get along quite well, but I will tolerate no disobedience from you. You have been warned. Further attempts to thwart me will result in you being punished, and a decent switching will be just the start of it. Do not test me on this, Brynhild. You will regret it.”
“If you require a demonstration of my power over you I shall be delighted to oblige you. A few strokes of my belt should do the job.”
“You and I find ourselves thrown together by circumstances. I do not know how long we shall be in one another’s company, but I expect it to be a while. Your obedience and submission are vital, to my safety, and did you but know it, to yours also. If you cross me, I shall punish you, and then the matter will be closed. A spanking puts an end to the matter.”
“I would wed you in a heartbeat, my lovely Viking, but I fear we would spend the rest of our lives tearing each other apart.”
Thanks for stopping by, Ashe 🙂
The part I love the most about writing a romance is the dialogue (banter) between the hero and heroine.
In my newest release, ‘Her Alpha Cowboy’, I wanted my hero to be a bit domineering but also likeable. I added a sense of humor to his character and a fierce protectiveness toward the people he loved. Yes, I made Logan West sound crude at times, but I would have written him much differently if my heroine, Josephine didn’t like it. Oh, she tried to hide her feelings for Logan, but the infuriating cowboy was determined to wear her down. When Josephine feels her virtue has been compromised, Logan offers to marry her. Even though they would be sharing the same bed, she makes him promise that the marriage would be in name only.
All and all, Josephine is an innocent and her questions about sex are driving Logan crazy, but he manages to keep his hands to himself 🙂
I hope you enjoy reading about their first night as man and wife.
Josephine sat on a small bench in the washroom and took off her pumps. She wiggled her toes. It was hard to believe she was now a married woman. Ella and Brody left shortly after the cake had been cut and it had been up to her and Logan to see to the guests. Once the guests left, Josephine began to clean up, but Logan insisted she let things go until the morning. Josephine readily agreed. It had been a long day. Yawning, she reached behind her head and fumbled with the row of hooks.
“You need any help taking off that dress?” Logan hollered from the bedroom.
“No, I do not,” she shouted back. Wicked man. She reached again and ended up with sore arms and loss of patience. Drat. There had to be close to a dozen hooks running down the back and Ella wasn’t available to help.
“I heard that, little girl. Must Daddy come in there and wash your mouth out with soap?”
Josephine stomped her foot. Aggravating lout. “No, Daddy doesn’t have to come in here and wash my mouth out with soap,” she mimicked sarcastically and went back to fumbling with the hooks. She twisted this way and that. It was no use. She’d either ask him for his assistance or sleep in the dress.
“Um, Logan, can you help me get out of this dress?”
No sooner had the words left her mouth when he appeared in the doorway naked as the day he was born. She gasped and covered her eyes, but not before she saw his manhood.
“Sorry, I forgot to tell you I sleep in the nude.”
Josephine choked out a reply and presented her back while keeping her arms at her sides. She only knew a little about mating, like where what on a man went where in a woman. But, was it even possible to accommodate his rather impressive organ?
Logan’s blunt fingers grazed her skin as he tended to his task. The last few hooks were just above her tailbone and she held her breath. Would he try to pat her ass?
“There you go.”
The feather-light kiss he dropped on the back of her neck sent goosebumps up and down her arms and legs. “May I be of any more assistance, ma’am?”
“Um, no, that’s quite all right.”
He bowed and turned away. She frowned. No pat on the ass this time so she let her gaze wander over his taut buttocks then averted her eyes when he climbed into bed. She cupped her hot face with icy cold hands. Her husband was certainly well endowed.
Josephine dallied in the washroom as long as she dared and finally dimmed the light. Logan lay on the bed watching her thoughtfully as she padded barefoot across the room. She swallowed hard when she realized that the blanket they’d be sharing barely covered the lower portion of his body. How in the world was she going to lift that blanket and pretend not see what he had hidden under there?
A narrow dusting of hair trailed from his navel and widened to cover his chest. His hands were clasped behind his head. Josephine swore she had never seen a man more handsome and muscular. He exuded pure strength and power.
She stood beside the bed. Logan tossed the covers aside. “Come and get some rest. It’s been a long day.”
Josephine dove under the covers and pulled the blanket up to her chin.
Logan rolled on his side, facing the opposite direction. “You’re going to roast under there.”
With her arms pressed at her sides, Josephine stared up at the ceiling. Sure enough, beads of sweat started to form between her breasts. Slowly, she peeled back the covers and turned her head to look at Logan.
“Logan, are you awake?”
“Something’s bothering me.”
“What is it?”
“It’s about the size of your, um, you know, what I saw when you came into the washroom.”
“You mean my cock?”
She clicked her tongue. “Why must you talk so…”
“Filthy? Blunt? Can’t help it. Dirty thoughts fill my head when you’re around.” He blew out a breath. “Sorry. I’ll be as delicate as I can. What is it you want to know?”
“How can it fit without hurting?”
He turned over onto his back and regarded her with a wicked grin. “Would you like me to show you?”
“Well, then let me see how I can explain this without being too crass. It’s very important that a man prepares a woman for, ah, penetration. He can touch her breasts or suckle her nipples.” He stopped talking and Josephine propped on one elbow.
“Are you okay? Your voice sounds gravelly.”
He cleared his throat. “I’m fine.”
“What exactly does prepare mean, Logan?”
“You’re killin’ me, you know that?” He rubbed a hand down his face. “When a woman is ready to accept a man, her body gets wet down there so it doesn’t hurt so much.”
“Down there.” Josephine licked her lips. “You mean here?” She touched herself between her legs.
Logan swore. “Jesus Christ.”
“Don’t get mad. I need to know these things for when I, you know, do it.”
He remained silent.
“It’s not fair that a man can enjoy the act and the woman suffers.”
“As far as I know it only hurts the first time. There are other ways for a man to pleasure a woman without putting his cock inside her.”
Josephine scrunched her nose. “I don’t see how.”
“Trust me, there is.”
She couldn’t argue his prowess. A man such as Logan must’ve had plenty of women share his bed. Blondes, brunettes, and redheads. Just the thought of his rough hands running over their bodies and bringing them to climax left a bad taste in her mouth.
“Are there other ways for a man to be pleasured without putting his organ inside a woman?”
A low growl erupted from his side of the bed. Josephine chewed her bottom lip. Maybe it’d be better if she just went to sleep.
“A woman can bring a man to pleasure by taking his co… I mean, organ into her mouth.”
It took a minute for Josephine to digest that information. “That’s…”
“Filthy,” he finished for her again and shook his head. “Josephine, there’s nothing wrong with enjoying the pleasures of the flesh as long as it’s consensual between two people.”
“But ladies aren’t supposed to enjoy it. It’s their duty to lie beneath their husbands and bear them children.”
Logan snorted. “And that kind of thinkin’ is why some married men go to the saloon looking for a whore. A whore will do things that a genteel lady was taught not to do probably because some uptight old biddy deemed it wrong.”
“But aren’t the men just as wrong being in the saloon when they have a wife at home?”
“Yes, but it doesn’t seem to matter to some.”
“Have you ever been with a married woman?”
“No,” he replied vehemently. “I don’t mess with married women.”
Josephine rolled onto her back. “Have you ever been with the Red lady?”
“What Red lady?”
“The one who works at the saloon.”
Logan bolted to a sitting position. “How the hell did you hear about her?”
“The men in the bunkhouse told me. Jake said she’d straighten me out and teach me a few things.”
He fell back on the bed. “Remind me to fire Jake in the morning.”
“It’s not his fault, Logan. He thought I was a boy.” She got a growl in reply. “And you’re not going to fire anybody. Night, Logan.”
A couple of minutes passed. “Logan?”
“Thanks for explaining things to me and just so you know, you were very gentleman-like.”
“I’m awfully thrilled to hear it.”
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