As the personal assistant to the owner of one of the top engineering firms in Denver, Tiffany Brooks has worked hard at maintaining a professional façade, intent on ridding herself of terrible habits—like her attraction to bad boys. But when the owner of DC Construction rides his chopper into her world two years after their one-time anonymous sexual encounter, everything turns upside down.
Declan Cage is the type of guy who makes a lasting impression, especially with women, yet the gorgeous assistant at Stoub Engineering never remembers his name—or does she? Intrigued by her game, her sexier than sin body, and an infuriating prissy attitude, Ms. Brooks is begging to be taken into hand, and he’s the man to do it.
Armed with the knowledge Declan doesn’t recognize her, will Tiffany give in to her desire for him yet again, or will her past come back to haunt them both and ruin their chance at something real?
When I first heard of this book, I was immediately intrigued, mostly because of the title. What's not to like? A bad boy and spanking, oh the thrill of it all. So, when London came calling, I jumped at the chance to help her and, of course, read all about Declan.
Spanking By the Bad Boy is about Tiffany Brooks and Declan Cage. Tiffany is trying to break her old habits of choosing the wrong men, the bad boys. She's had a tough life and doesn't want to think about, let alone talk about, her past. Over the past few months, she's been trying hard not to fantasize about a certain general contractor.
Declan Cage is epitomizes the bad boy definition. Tall, dark, rugged, tattooed, stoned and a voice that makes you weak in the knees. He is rough around the edges but he likes it that way. Lately he's been intrigued but a certain assistant that has been playing it cool around him but he's caught her starring a time or two. She looks all prim and proper, but he can see something hiding under her business attire.
Tiffany is having a disastrous first date with a "good" guy and luckily for her, although she won't admit it, Declan happens to be there. He notices her and realized that this guy is overstepping propriety, so he steps in and saves the day. (I may have swooned a little at this point!) Tiffany is grateful for his help, but is insistent that she can take care of herself. Declan agrees, but there is something about her that he made his protective instincts kick in, so he doesn't take no for an answer.
After their interaction, Tiffany is more attracted to Declan and can't get him off her mind. She tries to stay away from him, but luckily for Declan, her boss unwittingly intervenes. Now they are thrown together, alone, in his office and the sexual tension is high! What happens next? Well, it is the start of a very titillating relationship.
I absolutely loved this book and Declan especially. The relationship between Tiffany and Declan is electric even with all the ups and downs. They have to learn to trust each other, as well as learning about themselves. Even though they start out hot and heavy, there is something more than just the sex. I especially love that even when they are in a bit of a rough patch, Declan still comes to Tiffany's aide when trouble starts. Yup, Declan went and stole my heart and he can spank me anytime he likes!
London's writing is brilliant and her storytelling is excellent. I look forward to what else she will give us in the future.
Listening to Declan’s words, Tiffany’s sex fluttered. The fact she had firsthand knowledge of how good he was contributed to the moisture pooling between her legs.
She recalled the first time they had been in such close proximity, and part of her knew she should have never fallen prey to him, especially since he’d come to the party with a woman who had clearly adored him, but, regardless, she knew why she had. And it wasn’t the exhilaration of being fucked senseless while the merriment of the partygoers echoed outside the partially closed door. It wasn’t even the taboo of it, his being off limits, or the fact their little indiscretion could have been exposed so easily. No. It was the same now and then. She couldn’t stop her weakness for bad, rough-and-tumble men.
Any fear he might remember their one brief time together had subsided. He truly didn’t recognize her from Eve, which bothered her most of all because she must be pathetically transparent. How could he know what to say to her and how to say it?
Perhaps some sort of bad-boy pheromone emanated from her skin. Maybe when she was around Declan, she broadcast the signal, “Take me and fuck me ’til I can’t feel my legs.” Conceivably, he could read her like an open book, and, somehow, had honed in on the dirty bits scattered across the pages of her psyche. Before she could go over all the reasons she should leave, the biggest being he was completely wrong for her, he’d tugged her to the couch, sat down, and taken her with him.
“Straddle me, sugar,” he said in a sandpaper voice, all grit.
Willing to go where she knew she shouldn’t tread, she did what he asked, throwing one leg over his lap, knees sinking into the leather cushion on either side of his denim clad thighs. His hands went to her hips. Slid down farther, where he stopped. His fingertips touched her flesh. Using his thumbs, he stroked the front of her thighs, undoing her. Shivers traversed her arms and legs. Her sex pulsed.
He inched her skirt up, working until the fabric bunched around her waist. When cool air struck the back of her thighs, one side of his mouth quirked up. He appeared pleased with himself for exposing her panties.
“I’ll give you exactly what you crave,” he said and ripped the thong from her body.
Tiffany sucked in a breath. He threw the tattered silk to the floor with his right hand while flicking her clit ring with the forefinger of his left. “Nice adornment.” He tugged on her piercing, giving her the right amount of pressure. “But you need me to scratch your itch, don’t you, baby?”
She’d come too far to lie about what she needed now. Nodding, she whispered, “Harder.”
He chuckled, and the sound was a flashpoint of sensation added to the slow stroke of the fingers he’d slipped between her crease. She leaned forward, hand resting on the top of the sofa by his head, and kissed him. While their tongues tangled, he rubbed her, his other hand going to her hair where he tugged the clip, releasing the long strands. They tumbled down her back in time with his palm curling around the base of her neck, claiming her.
Oh, she liked the way he took possession. Everything feminine inside her needed the pure maleness of him. Tiffany nibbled at his bottom lip, pulling scant inches from his mouth. “You make me burn,” she admitted.
“The feeling is mutual,” he said and plunged a finger inside of her.
“Ahh, yeah,” she uttered her approval.
He shoved his finger deeper. “You’re so wet.”
Her hand went to his bulging crotch. She squeezed him through his jeans. He groaned. With nimble fingers, she unbuttoned his fly, freeing his thick cock from the denim. When the heavy head rested in her palm, she smiled. He was fantastic, and she’d known from past experience he’d be commando. Wrapping her fingers around the base of his superb erection, she began to pump him.
“Hell, yes,” he said and fingered her in earnest, inserting another. His thumb pressed hard against her clitoris, sending heated spikes of sensation through her body.
She moaned, spreading the silken pre-cum leaking from him with her fingertip and licking her lips. Tiffany wanted to taste him. Put her lips over the crown. Skim her mouth along his shaft. Take him down the back of her throat. She swallowed, knowing the feeling when she took him inside her pussy would be even better. She needed to experience her sex stretched over the head of his dick again. The fiery invasion. The awareness of being totally filled when he pressed into her tight channel.
Her chest heaving, she mumbled, “Condom.”
“Sorry, sugar. We’ll have to settle for this,” he said. Declan removed his fingers from her body and tugged her hips down on him before he placed his steel between her feminine folds. “Slide your sweetness along the length of my cock.”
Oh, God. She was so slick, she easily made the glide up and down, her chest rubbing against his.
In the next instant, he splayed his large hands across her ass, pulling her against him even tighter. This was good, sex without penetration, something she’d never done before, and the delicious sensation had her nipples pebbled hard against the material of her bra, but when he flicked out his tongue, everything got better. She moaned and gave him access to her neck, where he wasted no time and tickled the hollow of her throat before he nipped at the soft flesh with his teeth. She shivered.
“There you go.” The vibration of his deep voice sent a wave of pleasure across the canvas of her flesh. Every part of her body hungered for his touch. He slapped her ass.
She jumped and lost her rhythm—taken aback. “Faster,” he demanded, and she didn’t have time to consider if she liked the swat or not. He spanked her again. “Move your fine ass.”
She complied, sliding herself up and down. He slapped her ass once more, but this time the sensation sent a buzz to her already-stimulated clit. The joy spreading across her caught— a wildfire.
“Again,” she uttered in a breathy voice.
“Like that, do you?”
God help her, she did.
Moving against him in an intimate skin-on-skin lap dance, he tapped her ass in stinging blows. Heat shot up her spine. She connected with his stormy-sea-colored eyes—their breathing harsh and ragged.
Bang. Bang. Bang….
“Boss,” a man’s muffled voice came through the door.
“Not now!” Declan yelled, his exhalation of warm breath bathing her cheek as he pumped his hips upward. Never breaking his gaze from her, he swatted her ass.
“We have the concrete forms done, so you need to come take a look at them,” the man said.
“Later!” Declan’s palm swirled over the sweet sting of where the last blow connected.
“Okay, boss, but we can’t….”
The sound of his next open palm swat echoed off the walls and bit into her flesh a little harder, but she continued to work him between the folds of her sopping pussy. He squeezed her ass before he separated her likely rosy globes and pressed a finger to her pucker, adding a new darkly pleasurable sensation to rage through her body.
Clit ring swiping along his hard dick, she announced, “I’m going to come.” He smacked her bottom, the tingle working into the oncoming climax. The next blow had Tiffany spilling over the edge, shaking, listening to some construction worker talk through the door. If he came in, there was nothing she could do. She was too far gone in her own ecstasy to care. “Ahh….” she moaned, her orgasm thundering through her, pussy clenching on air, ass tightening over the tip of his thumb.
Declan pressed his forehead to hers. “Stay with me.” When she wavered, he took over, both hands on her hips, fingers digging into her flesh, lifting her up and down as though she weighed nothing. “Shit, yeah.”
He grunted. Brow furrowed.
His body shuddered against hers. His cock jerked between her labia. His release shot hot cum up between them.
Without missing a beat, Declan took her with his tongue, swallowing her panting breaths while their bodies quaked against one another.
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