“She what?” Cambrie would never under estimate her aunt again.
“Yeah, it’s not every day a general gets involved in matchmaking, but my exemplary service record caught his attention and between your aunt’s phone call, my request for retirement, and your library winning the grant, well, he said it was a no-brainer. He gets you as a great employee while keeping me and making the acquaintance of your aunt. He told me on the ride here that he’s been widowed for three years, so he knows something about loneliness. And Aunt Annabelle said seeing you happy has given her a new breath of life.”
She clutched his shoulders. “Wow. I never knew any of this was happening. I missed you so much, Miller. I regretted not begging you to stay.”
“You won’t have any reason to miss me, at least for a while. Not with us getting married and the babies.”
“What babies?”
“The ones we’re going to have. I plan on enjoying your sexy body every chance I get. We’ll make us lots of babies.”
“Kiss, kiss, kiss,” his men chanted behind them.
“Oh God. Is this what the wedding will be like?” Cambrie asked, thrilled with the turn of events.
“I’m afraid so. From what they’ve told me, they didn’t let Emma and Finn come up for air.”
Cambrie laughed as Miller leaned in close to her ear. “But all you need to think about is how fantastic the honeymoon will be, Mrs. Daly.”
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she never planned to let go. “I can honestly say I have no worries about that. Now kiss me before the crowd gets too wild and Mr. Hackler has a heart attack.”
“I love you, Cambrie Brasher.”
“I love you more, Miller Daly.”
Her lips met his and the rest of her life began.
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Operation: Spank Me
by
Christina James
What begins as a sexy cyber affair quickly turns into the real thing when Lt. Finn Coleman shows up on Emma Shield's doorstep to fulfill all her fantasies. When Emma doesn't match the persona she presented online, he decides to seduce and discover the sensual woman who claimed she enjoyed spankings and bondage. But Finn is a career military man with a dangerous mission ahead.
All Emma wanted was to live out her hottest fantasies with her luscious new pen pal. She felt safe pretending to be a wicked seductress with Finn a world away. Then he shows up, bigger than life and making even her wildest dreams seem tame. All too soon, Emma realizes that more is at stake than her heart and losing Finn is not part of the plan.
Prologue
MissionMan:Tell me your fantasies, Emma.
SexyLady4U:Oh, there R so many. U sure U have time?
MissionMan:LOL. I’ll make the time, baby.
SexyLady4U:Gonna tell the bad guys 2 behave while U play with me?
MissionMan:Anyone interrupts me right now-I promise I’ll shoot them.
SexyLady4U:Finn! Don’t even joke like that.
MissionMan:Who’s joking? My cock is hard as steel for U. The fool that interrupts us will suffer. OK. Start telling me those fantasies of yours. And tell me what U R wearing right now.
SexyLady4U:Oh, I think U would approve. White lace thong, matches my low-cut bra. Also wearing my thigh length baby blue satin robe 2 ward off the chilly evening air.
MissionMan:U know U R killing me here.
SexyLady4U:LOL. Then don’t ask ?’s U can’t handle, tough guy.
MissionMan:Go ahead. Be naughty all U want now. I’m keeping notes. And if I were there, baby, U wouldn’t need any damn frilly robe to keep U warm.
SexyLady4U:Oh, yeah?
MissionMan:Yeah! Pretty hard 4 UR sexy body to get a chill with mine lying over it.
SexyLady4U:U have such a way with words. LOL. Got my long hair loose and just waiting 4 UR hands to pull it.
MissionMan:Mmmm. Love long hair. Gives me something 2 pull U close. And keep U close so I can have my way with U.
SexyLady4U:Really? And what way would that B, Finn?
MissionMan:U tell me, Emma. I’ve been asking 4 UR damn fantasies. Now tell me what U dream of me doing 2 U.
SexyLady4U:Maybe it’s what I dream of any man doing 2 me. Still wanna hear?
MissionMan:Hell, yes! I know it’s me U fantasize about touching U. No one else.
SexyLady4U:Ah, true. There’s no other man. Besides, I think U R spoiling me 4 other men with UR sexy attentions.
MissionMan:Good 2 know. Wouldn’t want 2 kill the bastard.
SexyLady4U:Finn! Don’t talk like that.
MissionMan:Get 2 those fantasies B 4 I have something else to spank U 4.
SexyLady4U:When will U learn that’s no threat?
MissionMan:Emma.
SexyLady4U:OK. OK. Gosh, U R cranky.
MissionMan:No. Horny.
SexyLady4U:Mmmm. Me 2. I want 2 be tied up and @ UR mercy, Finn.
MissionMan:Tied, huh? How?
SexyLady4U:2 my bed. Hands over my head. Maybe feet tied as well. My pussy exposed and @ your complete mercy 2 pleasure as U see fit.
MissionMan:God, Emma! U R killing me here. How’d U learn 2 talk like this?
SexyLady4U:I read a lot. Sex is very interesting 2 me but I bet U can make it a whole lot more interesting. Can’t U, Finn?
MissionMan:I will, baby. As soon as we meet. I’ll make every fantasy come true and we’ll discover new fantasies 2, 1s we can think of together.
SexyLady4U:U R such a tease. We will never meet.
MissionMan:Never say never, baby.
SexyLady4U:Oh, now who’s got a fantasy? Just stop.
MissionMan:We will meet some day, Emma. That’s a promise.
SexyLady4U:We come from 2 different worlds. Besides U R not even in the States.
MissionMan:True. But that’s really only a plane ride or 2.
SexyLady4U:And if that were true, U’d have met me by now.
MissionMan:Just give me the address, baby. I’ll make plans right now.
SexyLady4U:Tease! U said B4 that U hardly come back 2 the States cuz of UR missions. So we will never meet.
MissionMan:Again, never say never, baby. U never know. My next mission may bring me back 2 the States. Maybe I’ll make U my next undercover op. Don’t U want 2 feel my cock fill that sweet pussy?
SexyLady4U:Oh, yes. Deep. Hard. Fast.
MissionMan:I’m gonna enjoy bondage games with U. I’ve never tied a woman up.
SexyLady4U:Never? Thought U were a man of the world?
MissionMan:LOL. Never spent more time with a woman than it took 2 fuck her until I came. U’d be my first play date.
SexyLady4U:Somehow I can’t imagine being UR first anything. LOL. So then I guess I’m special.
MissionMan:More than U know. U intrigue me. And I’ve told U I want pictures.
SexyLady4U:UR imagination will serve U better. U’ll have a better erotic image.
MissionMan:Send me pics, Emma. I mean it.
SexyLady4U:LOL. Finn, when will U realize UR hard-ass ways don’t work on me?
MissionMan:I’m gonna enjoy spanking U.
SexyLady4U:Mmmm. Another of my fantasies.
MissionMan:Won’t be when I blister UR ass for not sending pics.
SexyLady4U:Hahaha. U don’t scare me, Finn. All UR doing is making me wet.
MissionM
an:Damn! Send fucking pics. Now. Let me @ least look @ UR picture while I jerk off 2 UR words.
SexyLady4U:All U have 2 do is close your eyes and picture me the way I described myself.
MissionMan:Damnit, Emma. Men are visual. I need 2 see what U look like.
SexyLady4U:Sorry, baby. I’m not sending pics. U haven’t sent me any so stop complaining.
MissionMan:Told U, I’ll send some when U do.
SexyLady4U:Ain’t happening. Sorry. Don’t want my image floating around cyberspace.
MissionMan:Fuck that! The only place it’ll float is on my computer screen as I stroke my cock while looking @ how beautiful U R.
SexyLady4U:Gonna let U go now.
MissionMan:Of course U R. U always do that U know.
SexyLady4U:Do what?
MissionMan:Run. Every time we talk about U sending me a picture U gotta go.
SexyLady4U:I do not.
MissionMan:Whatever. Now U’ve just managed 2 pique my curiosity beyond my control.
SexyLady4U:How so?
MissionMan:Now I WILL meet U. I’ll plan a special covert op 2 visit U.
SexyLady4U:LOL. Wishful thinking, baby. We have these times on the computer. That’s all.
MissionMan:Yeah. We’ll just see about that. Run for now, Emma. U won’t hide though.
SexyLady4U:U don’t scare me, Finn.
MissionMan:Wasn’t trying 2, baby. I want U and plan 2 have U. Someday we’ll meet. I’ll make damn sure of it. That, my dear, is a promise I plan 2 keep no matter what.
SexyLady4U:Mmmm. Well, until that day comes all we have is these chats. But I do have 2 go. Write soon. Mwah!
MissionMan:Damn it! Emma! I’ve got something for U to kiss.
SexyLady4U:I’m sure U do, bad boy. Bye 4 now.
MissionMan:I’m gonna really enjoy spanking U, baby.
Chapter One
Three months later
Spring had finally come to eastern Vermont after a long, grueling winter of blizzards and ice storms. As Emma Shields drove over the covered bridge that led to the middle of town, she inhaled the fresh warm air breezing through the open windows of her pickup truck. Wildflowers were springing to life, adding a fragrance to the air that chased away memories of the snow that had only recently melted. All the trees were budding and would be covered in green leaves within a few short weeks. The beautiful natural surroundings provided a pleasant backdrop to the unique shops, galleries, country stores, and family restaurants that crowded the center of town.
The residents of White Cap Creek, Emma’s tiny hometown, were bustling about on this gorgeous Friday afternoon. The kids were out of school for the weekend, running and smiling. Mothers and grandmothers pushed strollers through the sunshine while window-shopping along busy Merridien Street, the only major thoroughfare throughout the small town. All other streets were narrow and quiet. But Merridien Street served a special purpose, a place where residents could converge and catch up on gossip and news-mostly gossip.
The older men smoked cigars and sipped coffee outside the Gin Mill Restaurant. It was nice to see the sidewalk patio open again for customers to enjoy their meals outside in the fresh air. Some sat with the newspaper, reading it front to back and everything in between. Afterward there would be some heated debates concerning world events. Some of the men raced to be the first to finish the daily crossword puzzle. Emma laughed at the routine of her small hometown. Most residents may not be up to date on today’s technologies like computers and the Internet, but that stopped none of them from being informed citizens.
Emma swung her truck into a parking spot on the side of Galway Florist. Jumping out, she quickly removed her packages from the backseat and strolled into the shop. Mrs. Galway came out from the back as the front door chime signaled Emma’s arrival.
“Emma. How nice to see you, dear,” Mrs. Galway said, bustling her short, plump body to Emma’s side to lean up on her toes and kiss Emma’s cheek.
The woman was always pristinely dressed in blouse, long skirt, and shoes. Emma didn’t miss the once over Mrs. Galway gave her as she walked into the room. Emma’s choice of jeans and T-shirts was always a topic for discussion and she was grateful not to have to listen to a lecture on dressing like a woman or on the fine art of applying makeup. Emma worked on a farm for Christ’s sake. Who was she to impress anyway? The horses?
“Same here, Mrs. Galway. Here are the roses you ordered.”
Emma carried the boxes of her prize roses to the back room for the older woman who followed closely behind.
“Oh, they smell so fresh and fragrant,” Mrs. Galway announced, opening the boxes. “So beautiful, too. Your roses are just so exquisite, Emma.”
“Thank you.” Emma never tired of hearing compliments about her roses. Her hard work had paid off finally.
“Have some coffee, won’t you?” Without waiting for an answer, Mrs. Galway poured a mug and handed it to Emma.
Emma automatically accepted the coffee with a stir of panic in her gut. She absolutely couldn’t get stuck here talking to the well-meaning but nosy woman. She was too busy for small talk and gossip. “I can’t, Mrs. Galway, but I do appreciate the offer. I have some other errands to do before heading home.” To ensure she didn’t get cornered, Emma talked while walking back to the front of the store, placing her coffee mug on the counter.
“Oh, I do worry about you being all alone out there on your farm.”
Emma laughed, knowing that a typical match making session was in store for her if she didn’t escape. “I’m just fine out there. There’s nowhere else I’d like to be.” Except in Finn’s arms. Oh, hell. Where did that thought come from?
“You know, Emma. The Sanders’ middle boy is looking mighty fine these days. Why just the other day I saw him hauling groceries for his mama. What a kind boy and educated. You’d do good to catch his eye. I could ask him to take you to dinner, if you’d like.”
Embarrassment swamped Emma. Was she now so desperate that her neighbors thought she couldn’t get a guy to ask her out without interference from them? Christ, she was twenty-nine-years old and could find her own man. Why did everyone think she needed a man? There was nothing wrong with living alone. She could do as she wished, come and go as she pleased. Hell, if she didn’t want to make the bed then she didn’t have to. And it was a bonus to have the house to herself, if she cleaned something then it stayed clean.
“That won’t be necessary, but thank you, Mrs. Galway. I’m quite capable of making my own dinner arrangements. I’m just not interested.” Emma relied solely on her manners when she really just wanted to scream at the constant matchmaking. Her objections always fall on deaf ears.
The older woman sighed, her pudgy fingers resting across her belly. “I figured you’d say no. Oh, well, back to business. Emma, I’ll need two-dozen more roses for early tomorrow. Can you make it?”
“Promise not to have the Sanders boy here when I arrive?” Emma asked with a bit more sarcasm than she intended.
Mrs. Galway made a face acknowledging defeat. “Oh, very well. But I really do need the roses. Right before you came in, I got a special order. The young man was very adamant about having the most perfect roses.” Mrs. Galway clapped her hands together with excitement. “Oh, he sounded so romantic. Odd that I couldn’t place his voice though, and I know everyone in these parts. He had an accent I just couldn’t place. And his voice was very handsome.”
Emma didn’t want to know how a voice could be handsome, so she didn’t ask. A question like that would suck her into a lesson on romance for sure. “Didn’t you ask for a name?”
“Now, I didn’t want to be nosy.” Emma stifled a laugh while Mrs. Galway showed her the order form she had written the stranger’s info on. “He just gave the initials MM.”
Leave it to Mrs. Galway to find mystery in initials. “Guess that’s better than nothing. I’ll have the roses for you first thing tomorrow morning, Mrs. Galway. I do have to run now to finish my errands. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Wh
en Emma was finally allowed to leave, she walked quickly to the General Store for a few quick supplies. While she usually enjoyed talking and mingling with her neighbors and enjoyed the adult company on her trips into town, she just wasn’t in the mood today for small talk no matter how lonely she felt.
It had been over a week since she’d last talked to her pen pal, Finn, and she was worried about him. Stationed oversees in some God forsaken third-world country was part of his job as a military commander, but it still made her nervous when she didn’t hear from him. And this had been the longest they’d gone without talking since they’d started writing each other. The seven days since his last email had been long and worrisome. It was unusual for him not to write. Unusual not to get even a quick email. So to keep her mind occupied, Emma kept busy with errands and chores, always able to find something to do on her farm. It was funny how her life seemed so boring now that she corresponded with Finn and heard his tales of danger and adventure, not to mention all of the sexual things he wanted to do to her body. It wasn’t that farm life was boring, because she loved every bit of it. But now, it felt as if her life was missing something.
“Emma, how are you?” Mr. Langston asked as he rang up her groceries while she daydreamed of military campaigns and what it would be like to risk her life every day as part of a job.
Shaking Finn from her thoughts, Emma cleared her throat before speaking. “Very well. How’s Peggy? I miss seeing her around.”
He let out a heavy sigh. “Decided to stay in Boston after college. Her mama’s not happy, and neither am I, but we understand. Not many young people can live this quiet life we got going for ourselves around here. You’re one of the few youngsters to stay here, Emma. Didn’t you ever want to go anywhere else?” he asked, bagging her groceries as he tallied them on the old-fashioned keypunch register.
“Not really, Mr. Langston, and I’m not a youngster any more. I figure if I get the urge to see something else then I’ll travel, but I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather live than White Cap Creek.”
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