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clenched.
    She liked this?
    No. She bit down on her lower lip as his hand landed against her flesh again. No,
     she couldn’t like this. It was nuts. Wasn’t it?
    His palm hit her again and her flesh began to burn as though it was on fire. “Erik,”
     she pleaded, and his palm met her ass once more.
    “We can take care of lunch from here,” she heard Jon say, but she couldn’t bring herself
     to look up and see if the cook left.
    She closed her eyes tight as the next slap actually drew a moan from deep in her chest.
     Her muscles quivered and her thighs began to tense. Erik smacked her again, and again
     a moan escaped her lips, much to her intense mortification.
    Just as the stirrings of a climax began to sizzle through her veins, Erik pulled her
     up. She grasped the edge of the chair as her legs wobbled dangerously, almost unable
     to hold up her own weight. She wanted to squeeze her legs together, to put pressure
     on her clit and end the torturous hunger his spanking had brought on, but she held
     herself back.
    Instead, she pushed herself upright and glared down at Erik.
    “Assume that you can make demands again and you’ll get another one, only next time
     I won’t stop until you come.”
    Melinda’s mouth dropped open at Erik’s remark. He ignored her startled expression.
     Standing, he walked over to the grill and lifted the lid. Melinda wasn’t sure what
     to do. How had he known? Was she that easy to read?
    She turned hesitantly and watched as Jon brought over two bowls of food and placed
     them on the table. Erik followed with a tray of barbecue chicken from the grill. The
     smells of sweet spices and pineapple filled the air and she drew in a deep breath,
     trying to ignore the growl of hunger coming from her stomach.
    She wasn’t sure she could eat now anyway, despite how hungry she was. She was too
     embarrassed.
    Jon glanced up and waved her over. Melinda swallowed, unsure she could even sit down.
     Her ass still burned.
    As though he knew what she was going through, Erik set a pillow on the chair. He placed
     his hands on the back of it and leaned over slightly. His eyes on her made the heat
     on her face deepen.
    “Time to eat.”
    She remained rooted to the spot, unable or unwilling to move. She wasn’t sure which.
     Erik didn’t say anything, and she couldn’t help but wonder at the narrowing of his
     eyes. Just how far could she or even should she push him?
    Jon stepped forward and took her hand in his. The understanding look in his eyes made
     her want to run into his arms and hide from Erik’s more intense stare.
    “Come on, beautiful. I’m sure you’re hungry.”
    He coaxed her as if she was a wounded animal, and in some ways she was. Jon was obviously
     the softer one—the mediator of sorts. But he’d shown a glimpse of a tougher side,
     a no nonsense side, a darker side. She followed Jon silently to the table.
    Erik pulled the chair back a little more, allowing her to slide between it and the
     table. She braced her hands on the arms of the chair and gingerly lowered her bottom
     to the seat. The padding of the cushion was soft, but not soft enough to stop the
     wince as all her weight landed on her bottom. The coarse material of the pillow scratched
     at her skin as she shifted, and a frown pulled at the corners of her mouth. Outdoor
     cushions were not meant to be sat on naked.
    She warily watched Erik as he took the seat at the head of the table next to her.
     She couldn’t believe he’d actually spanked her. What she couldn’t believe more was
     that she’d liked it and how close she’d come to having an orgasm.
    Erik smirked. “You don’t need to be afraid of me, Melinda. I’m not going to hurt you.”
    She bristled and lifted her chin. “I’m not afraid of you.”
    She reached for the platter of chicken and tried to ignore his amused expression.
     She placed a breast on her plate and then passed the platter to Jon, who also watched
     her with more curiosity than