Free Her Chance Encounters by Ruby Caine

appropriate."
    Grabbing her hand, he yanked her toward the living room. "I agree," he told her, gazing around for the perfect place. The coffee table where his laptop sat was too flimsy. The couch was too saggy. Looking at the frame, he decided it might be strong enough for his purpose. "You can apologize after I give you a reminder to stay downstairs."
    Raising one leg to rest on the frame of the couch, he guided her over his now raised knee. The silky dress was quickly lifted up and over her waist. Her thin panties wound up trapping her ankles together as Chance began to communicate his frustration. River Oaks was quite drafty, she discovered as a breeze cascaded across her neither regions. But the area was not cool for long, Adrienne yelped as his hard hand connected. How could she find herself in this situation again? She would never survive another epic spanking like the last one. Yet, Chance seemed raring to repeat the performance. "Damn you, Chance Breaux. You are the one who needs to be sorry."
    Stopping to consider her words, he raised his head. Then he shook it confidently. "Nah, I don't feel any remorse. You?" Returning to his task, he doubted she was ready to admit fault for going upstairs yet. Lucky for her, he was a guy dedicated to seeing this through until she did. If she did not have the sense to look out for her own safety, he would do it for her. Sooner or later, she'd catch on. He had faith in her.
    Damn him. He was over reacting. Nothing had happened when she was upstairs... besides meeting a seventy-year-old ghost. All right, maybe she should have waited to go upstairs until it was safe. But did he have to punish her as if she were a naughty child? She longed to yell at him to 'use your words’!
    Instead she grunted in frustration. "Sorry I ever fell in love with a bastard like you," she shouted in between groans. Surely she had to love the man. How else could she explain allowing herself to get into this situation yet again?
    Chance halted mid stroke. "You love me?"
    Adrienne cursed herself. She really needed to learn to control her mouth when this jerk was around. Pursing her lips tight, she refused to answer. The spanking continued after a few seconds. "In the future, I will enjoy reminding you that you admitted you loved me first. Right now, I'll just satisfy myself with showing you how much I care. Upstairs is off limits until I know it's safe."
    His hand continued assaulting her ass. Without the panties, he could indeed monitor his work. Priding himself on paying attention to detail, he insured every inch of her beautiful ass was a delightful shade of cherry red. She loved him, he smiled. Now all he had to do was get her to follow his lead, and he would not have to worry about her putting herself in danger all the time.
    Why she let Chance Breaux make love to her that night, Adrienne would never understand. Instead of kicking him out the moment he let her down, she let him carry her to their bedroom. Their bedroom? When did she start thinking of it as theirs? This man was infiltrating her life completely. At least his lovemaking helped her forget the pain in her ass. Lying flat on his back, he entered her from beneath. He was good.
    Even on his back, he managed to slam into her in a rhythm that had her gasping for air. She didn’t even notice when his hands dug into her ass to keep her in place as he thrust deep inside her. Just when her channel started flooding, Chance reached his hand to rub her nub. Adrienne's control snapped and she screamed as her orgasm overtook her control. Even in the bedroom, he managed to gain her submission, she realized. Adrienne could not understand why that thrilled her, but it did. Falling asleep in his arms, she wondered why Chance had to ruin being perfect by having a spanking fetish.
    As they dozed, a cool breeze blew across the bedroom. Turning her face into Chance's chest, Adrienne sought to escape the odor that accompanied the cool air. Glittery specks swirled