The Lark and the Bull by Carolyn Faulkner

Author:Carolyn Faulkner [Faulkner, Carolyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blushing Books Publications
Published: 2020-02-05T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 6

Later that evening, lying on her side against him, one leg draped high over his thigh with her fingers tangled in the thatch of hair on his chest, she asked, "Didn't you need to go back in to work?"

Bull chuckled. "Not really. Considering how much time I've put into the department over the years—not even including the hours on this case, alone, that have been above and beyond the call of duty—I'm owed a boatload of comp time. Aside from work, I don't have much of a life." He nuzzled his nose against her ear. "Besides, Dale's not that kind of boss. He knows I bust my hump for him, and if I want to take a little time for myself—even off the books—he's always cool with it."

"All bosses should be so understanding."

"I agree." He looked expectant, mouth open like he was going to ask her something, then he closed it and didn't, as if he'd mentally vetoed the idea.

She was used to seeing that, as people decided they would be considered impolite if they questioned her about being an empath. "What?"

"What, what?"

Lark sighed. "Just spit it out. Really. It's fine."

"Sure?" he asked, rolling on top of her suddenly, using his own legs to spread hers.

She sucked in her breath at the stinging that was renewed in her all too well attended to rear end. "Bull! What are you doing? You know I'm still sore—"

"I should damned well hope so! If you told me your butt wasn't still hurting, I'd have to spank you all over again."

"Like hell, you would!" She jutted her chin out at him bravely, because it was about the only thing that was left for her to do to show him that she wasn't intimidated by him in the least. She couldn't move her lower body at all, her legs were useless— pinned back by him as they were— as much as her hands were, since he had deftly caught them above her head.

He smiled gently down at her, cupping her face with his free hand. "I just want to get you into the right frame of mind to answer me honestly and remind you that I won't be very happy with you if I think you're lying to me."

She snickered. "Clairvoyant, are we, Detective?"

The title was no sooner out of her mouth than he had moved—more quickly than she would have bet he could—to sit back, lift her ankles in the air and give her a spanking in the diaper position—the most ignominious of all positions, to her mind.

"Ow! Stop! I'm sorry—I'm sorry! Bull! Bull! Bull! Please, oh God, stop!"

He did, eventually, but she knew it wasn't because of anything she'd said or done.

She ended up in the same position again, with her bottom throbbing even worse now than it had been before.

Bull dried her tears with his thumb, brushing tiny, wet curls away from her face.

"So, what—what's your question?"

It surprised her that he still seemed so hesitant to ask her, his eyes darting

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