Free Everything Gained by Carolyn Faulkner Page B

somewhere else, but the geek in her was also dying to get the thing open and set up.
    "Now, now, Gain, I was just thinking of our guests, you know," Nina backpedaled nervously; wishing desperately that she'd cancelled the order when she found out he didn't think the way she did about it. But she just couldn't. It would be just perfect in the den for entertaining, which they did a certain amount of, and when they weren't entertaining she intended to put it in their room, just above their double dresser, so that they could enjoy it themselves.
    "Our guests would have been perfectly happy with the thirty two inch screen, Nina, and you know it," he answered calmly, never taking his eyes off her.
    Nina pouted. She hated it when he was right. "But a plasma TV would be so much better - " She cut herself off almost mid word when she realized that he had slyly maneuvered her down the hall to their bedroom doorway.
    That was not a good thing, but there really wasn't anywhere she could go from there except into the big master bath - not that he'd stop there. If there was one thing she'd learned about him, it was that he didn't much care where she was when he spanked her. There was always something around that he could put his foot up on, and his broad thigh worked disgustingly well as a horse for her to lean over while he paddled away at her poor, unfortunate butt.
    "But the new TV would be so nice and big and the picture looked phenomenal - " She could see that she wasn't getting anywhere with him at all, so she changed her tactics before he had a chance to reach out and capture her. Figuring that the best defense was a good offense, Nina stopped backing up and instead walked towards him, her arms outstretched. There wasn't an ounce of uncertainty in her step. She knew he'd welcome her with open arms. He always had, he always would.
    Gain leaned away from her a tad, glaring down at her suspiciously, but she just nuzzled her cheek against the plate like muscles of his chest, wrapping her arms around him and hugging him tight to her. "Are you trying to bribe me, woman?" he growled, entirely unable to stop himself from wrapping his arms around her. "Are you trying to distract me with sex?" His lips automatically descended into the golden hair at the top of her head as he breathed in that familiar scent that was all Nina Rose Goddard Decker - a delightful mixture of her shampoo mixed with light traces of the Vera Wang perfume she preferred.
    She peeped up at him with one eye. "Is it working?" she asked in that starkly hopeful voice.
    He couldn't help it. He had to chuckle at her earnestness, and although his body was busy belying his words, he said as neutrally and sternly as he could manage, "No."
    The distinctly feminine hand that had come to rest on his shoulder started to descend towards his belt. "What if I try a little harder?" She slipped her hand boldly under the waistband of his jeans, sliding directly over her answer as it twitched and burgeoned even more within her soft palm, chafing at the confines of his mundane tighty-whitey underwear.
    He might spank his wife, and be open to several areas that were definitely left of center sexually, but in a lot of ways, Gain was a pretty stodgy guy, and underwear was one of his stodgier realms. He liked them a conservative, serviceable, and white. Early in their relationship, she'd made the mistake of giving him a pair of underwear that was purple and bikini style, and they had never seen the light of day.
    Nowadays, she didn't waste the money. There were so many other things he was willing to explore with her that she really didn't give a damn what he wore beneath his pants, as long as she could always lower them and get to him when the mood struck.
    And it still struck the both of them, often, even though they were going on their second decade together. The sex between them had never once gotten boring or rote. They were still as hot for each other as they'd been when they were in their