caused her heart to skip a beat, and his blue eyes blazed into hers.
“Next time, no aloe and no pillow unless I say so,” he scolded, setting her down on the pillow a little more firmly than necessary.
“It hurts,” she shot back, rubbing where she could reach as he climbed into his side of the truck.
“It’s supposed to, and no rubbing either.”
Maggie stopped rubbing, and he could have sworn he heard her growl. Nick smiled and started the truck, backing out onto the street.
“Who was that parked outside when I pulled up? He left in a pretty big hurry.”
Maggie put her head in her hand and took a deep breath.
“It would be better it we waited until we get to the station,” she replied evasively. Hopefully, she would get to speak with an officer alone. She planned on involving Nick on a strictly need to know basis, if at all possible. She couldn’t even conceive of another spanking in the near future, and the less he knew the better.
Chapter Eight
Things didn’t look promising when they got to the police station. The Sergeant at the front desk gave a whoop and came around, and the back pounding and hand shaking began. Great, just peachy, Maggie thought. Could this night get any better?
“What brings you here, Nick?” Sergeant Mulvaney asked with a smile. “I assume the good counselor is staying out of trouble,” he teased, looking at Maggie.
“I guess that depends on who you ask, John,” Nick replied. “This little lady is Maggie Cassidy and she wants to talk to an officer. I’m not too sure what it’s about, but I’m very interested. Who’s on duty tonight?”
“That would be Detective Rory O’Malley. Let me ring through to him.”
Maggie’s shoulders sagged in defeat. Was everyone conspiring against her? Of every police officer in the city, she had to get the only one she didn’t want to talk to. She loved her brother with all her heart, but he was the one person who would take this much more seriously than it probably was. Rory was every inch a cop, from the top of his coal black hair to the tips of his shoes, and every bit of the six foot four inches in between. Rory took everything seriously. He was ex Special Forces, and despite his seemingly congenial disposition, he had a mind like a steel trap. Everything was weighed, measured, and stored away for future reference. Nothing escaped his notice, and he was a wizard in all things cyber. Even though he was part of a large close-knit family, it always seemed as though there was something he wasn’t sharing—something just under the surface, if you could only figure it out. Her mother called him Black Irish, and with his piercing blue eyes it wasn’t hard to understand why. Physically, he was the oldest and strongest of the siblings. Rory was still unmarried, but not for lack of every girl in their neighborhood trying to snag him. Privately, Maggie had always thought that most of her high school girlfriends had used their friendship as a way to get to Rory. It had never worked of course, but even today she had a couple of friends who would love to use their relationship as a springboard right into Rory’s massive arms.
As Rory came down the hallway, he was already assessing the situation. He hadn’t seen Nick Kord in over fifteen years, but the minute he set eyes on him he suspected he was Jason’s father. The resemblance was just too striking to be a coincidence. Maggie had her back to him, and every few seconds he could see her reach back and rub her bottom. Interesting. When Nick looked at her and raised his eyebrow, she immediately stopped. Has little Miss Maggie finally met her match? Rory had liked his brother in law and was genuinely sorry to lose him, but Maggie had run that show, even though she would never admit it. She did what she wanted, when she wanted, and Jim never said boo. If she had wanted to ride naked through the streets like Lady Godiva, Jim would have said, “All right, honey, have a
“Next time, no aloe and no pillow unless I say so,” he scolded, setting her down on the pillow a little more firmly than necessary.
“It hurts,” she shot back, rubbing where she could reach as he climbed into his side of the truck.
“It’s supposed to, and no rubbing either.”
Maggie stopped rubbing, and he could have sworn he heard her growl. Nick smiled and started the truck, backing out onto the street.
“Who was that parked outside when I pulled up? He left in a pretty big hurry.”
Maggie put her head in her hand and took a deep breath.
“It would be better it we waited until we get to the station,” she replied evasively. Hopefully, she would get to speak with an officer alone. She planned on involving Nick on a strictly need to know basis, if at all possible. She couldn’t even conceive of another spanking in the near future, and the less he knew the better.
Chapter Eight
Things didn’t look promising when they got to the police station. The Sergeant at the front desk gave a whoop and came around, and the back pounding and hand shaking began. Great, just peachy, Maggie thought. Could this night get any better?
“What brings you here, Nick?” Sergeant Mulvaney asked with a smile. “I assume the good counselor is staying out of trouble,” he teased, looking at Maggie.
“I guess that depends on who you ask, John,” Nick replied. “This little lady is Maggie Cassidy and she wants to talk to an officer. I’m not too sure what it’s about, but I’m very interested. Who’s on duty tonight?”
“That would be Detective Rory O’Malley. Let me ring through to him.”
Maggie’s shoulders sagged in defeat. Was everyone conspiring against her? Of every police officer in the city, she had to get the only one she didn’t want to talk to. She loved her brother with all her heart, but he was the one person who would take this much more seriously than it probably was. Rory was every inch a cop, from the top of his coal black hair to the tips of his shoes, and every bit of the six foot four inches in between. Rory took everything seriously. He was ex Special Forces, and despite his seemingly congenial disposition, he had a mind like a steel trap. Everything was weighed, measured, and stored away for future reference. Nothing escaped his notice, and he was a wizard in all things cyber. Even though he was part of a large close-knit family, it always seemed as though there was something he wasn’t sharing—something just under the surface, if you could only figure it out. Her mother called him Black Irish, and with his piercing blue eyes it wasn’t hard to understand why. Physically, he was the oldest and strongest of the siblings. Rory was still unmarried, but not for lack of every girl in their neighborhood trying to snag him. Privately, Maggie had always thought that most of her high school girlfriends had used their friendship as a way to get to Rory. It had never worked of course, but even today she had a couple of friends who would love to use their relationship as a springboard right into Rory’s massive arms.
As Rory came down the hallway, he was already assessing the situation. He hadn’t seen Nick Kord in over fifteen years, but the minute he set eyes on him he suspected he was Jason’s father. The resemblance was just too striking to be a coincidence. Maggie had her back to him, and every few seconds he could see her reach back and rub her bottom. Interesting. When Nick looked at her and raised his eyebrow, she immediately stopped. Has little Miss Maggie finally met her match? Rory had liked his brother in law and was genuinely sorry to lose him, but Maggie had run that show, even though she would never admit it. She did what she wanted, when she wanted, and Jim never said boo. If she had wanted to ride naked through the streets like Lady Godiva, Jim would have said, “All right, honey, have a
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