in with a grin on his face and a gleam in his eye.
"Get the hell out of my house!" Josie yelled.
"Now, Josie," Jack said, advancing on her.
"Don't you 'now, Josie,' me, you goddamn asshole," Josie shouted furiously. "Two months, Jack! Two goddamn months! All I got in two months were three friggin' messages!"
"I wasn't supposed to make two of those," Jack admitted. "You were undercover, Josie. You had clearances, and you know the rules."
"You couldn't have told me your Grandfather died, Jack? Was that Top Secret? You couldn't have told me your team was activated? Or, was it that you didn't want to tell me?" Josie yelled. "Get the hell out of my house! Go back to your damned SEAL team."
"I can't," Jack said. "I have been officially detached and decommissioned. I've come home this time for good. I'm a civilian."
Josie turned her back on Jack, and as he tried to put his arms around her, she elbowed him in the ribs, caught him behind the foot and gave him a shove to the floor. "Ask me if I care, you big-headed asshole!" She jerked away from him as he tried to get up, but he grabbed the back of her robe to hold her in place. She defiantly shrugged out of the robe and stormed up the stairs naked. "Get the hell out of my house or I'll shoot you as an intruder!"
Jack sat on the floor with a handful of white terrycloth robe and a wide grin on his face. He got to his feet and followed that gorgeous naked body up the stairs. The bathroom door was locked, but he figured she would have to come out eventually, so he settled down to wait.
Josie went back into the shower and stayed there until she was semi-calm. She was not going to let Jack Rawlings walk back into her life again. She would not! The son of a bitch—she would arrest him for trespassing! She'd need backup for that. Where was her phone? Crap, she'd left it in her uniform shirt pocket. She peered around the edge of the door and saw no sign of Jack, but the second she stepped out his arms were around her.
"Let me go!" Josie screamed.
"Not until you calm down," Jack said patiently.
"I'm not going to calm down, you ego-driven jackass!"
"Yes, you are," Jack said, tightening his grip. "You need to listen."
"I need to kick your ass!" Josie snarled, and she bit him on the arm, hard.
"Ouch! Damn-it! Okay, you want to play it that way, I can play rougher. I'm stronger, better trained and a hell of a lot meaner than you are, Josie Raintree," Jack said testily. He swept her off her feet, carried her to the edge of the bed, tossed her face down on the mattress and sat down beside her. He swung one of his strong legs over her back, effectively pinning her to the mattress. He yanked the towel away and laid down a hard spank to her ass.
Josie screamed in fury. Swearing, she tried to kick and claw her way free. Her training was good, but Jack had over a hundred pounds of pure muscle and weight on her. Her lower half was trapped, and it took him only a few seconds to secure her arms behind her back. He pinned her wrists in one strong hand as he applied a lesson of anger management to her butt with the other.
Josie was in shock that he was actually spanking her, and mad as a hornet at her stupidity in thinking he had given up after she came upstairs. She clamped her jaws shut. She would not give him the satisfaction of knowing he was hurting her! He was hurting her! Each smack to her bare bottom was leaving a burning trail of throbbing pain, and where he might have held back when she was a youngster, he was not holding back now.
She fisted her hands and gritted her teeth, but the pain intensified with each hard smack. She didn't know when she started squirming, and she didn't know when the tears started or when the sobs broke through her fury. All she knew was that her butt was on fire, and she was beyond caring about being tough. At some point, she started pleading him to stop. "Stop, Jack, please stop!"
Jack, however, never started anything that he didn't intend to finish. He
"Get the hell out of my house!" Josie yelled.
"Now, Josie," Jack said, advancing on her.
"Don't you 'now, Josie,' me, you goddamn asshole," Josie shouted furiously. "Two months, Jack! Two goddamn months! All I got in two months were three friggin' messages!"
"I wasn't supposed to make two of those," Jack admitted. "You were undercover, Josie. You had clearances, and you know the rules."
"You couldn't have told me your Grandfather died, Jack? Was that Top Secret? You couldn't have told me your team was activated? Or, was it that you didn't want to tell me?" Josie yelled. "Get the hell out of my house! Go back to your damned SEAL team."
"I can't," Jack said. "I have been officially detached and decommissioned. I've come home this time for good. I'm a civilian."
Josie turned her back on Jack, and as he tried to put his arms around her, she elbowed him in the ribs, caught him behind the foot and gave him a shove to the floor. "Ask me if I care, you big-headed asshole!" She jerked away from him as he tried to get up, but he grabbed the back of her robe to hold her in place. She defiantly shrugged out of the robe and stormed up the stairs naked. "Get the hell out of my house or I'll shoot you as an intruder!"
Jack sat on the floor with a handful of white terrycloth robe and a wide grin on his face. He got to his feet and followed that gorgeous naked body up the stairs. The bathroom door was locked, but he figured she would have to come out eventually, so he settled down to wait.
Josie went back into the shower and stayed there until she was semi-calm. She was not going to let Jack Rawlings walk back into her life again. She would not! The son of a bitch—she would arrest him for trespassing! She'd need backup for that. Where was her phone? Crap, she'd left it in her uniform shirt pocket. She peered around the edge of the door and saw no sign of Jack, but the second she stepped out his arms were around her.
"Let me go!" Josie screamed.
"Not until you calm down," Jack said patiently.
"I'm not going to calm down, you ego-driven jackass!"
"Yes, you are," Jack said, tightening his grip. "You need to listen."
"I need to kick your ass!" Josie snarled, and she bit him on the arm, hard.
"Ouch! Damn-it! Okay, you want to play it that way, I can play rougher. I'm stronger, better trained and a hell of a lot meaner than you are, Josie Raintree," Jack said testily. He swept her off her feet, carried her to the edge of the bed, tossed her face down on the mattress and sat down beside her. He swung one of his strong legs over her back, effectively pinning her to the mattress. He yanked the towel away and laid down a hard spank to her ass.
Josie screamed in fury. Swearing, she tried to kick and claw her way free. Her training was good, but Jack had over a hundred pounds of pure muscle and weight on her. Her lower half was trapped, and it took him only a few seconds to secure her arms behind her back. He pinned her wrists in one strong hand as he applied a lesson of anger management to her butt with the other.
Josie was in shock that he was actually spanking her, and mad as a hornet at her stupidity in thinking he had given up after she came upstairs. She clamped her jaws shut. She would not give him the satisfaction of knowing he was hurting her! He was hurting her! Each smack to her bare bottom was leaving a burning trail of throbbing pain, and where he might have held back when she was a youngster, he was not holding back now.
She fisted her hands and gritted her teeth, but the pain intensified with each hard smack. She didn't know when she started squirming, and she didn't know when the tears started or when the sobs broke through her fury. All she knew was that her butt was on fire, and she was beyond caring about being tough. At some point, she started pleading him to stop. "Stop, Jack, please stop!"
Jack, however, never started anything that he didn't intend to finish. He
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