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tell that Alex was affected. Her face was flushed, her eyes were wide and staring, and she could barely keep still. She was hanging on his every word.
    “Don't stop now,” she said, when he paused.
    He chuckled but continued. “‘You wouldn't dare’, the heroine says demurely, now that she knows she's in trouble.
    “She doesn't argue back?” Alex asked curiously.
    “Not usually, funnily enough. Not in the traditional romances. Sometimes, I guess. Anyway,” he continues. “‘You wouldn't dare’, she says.”
    “And does he?” she asks.
    “Nope. Grabs her in a firm embrace and kisses her punishingly… Seriously? You're really angry at someone and your gut reaction is to kiss them? How does someone kiss someone punishingly? You defy me and run off and try to catch an armed robber, and you're going over my knee. I will dare!” he said.
    “Okay, then,” she said.
    “In my books,” he clarifies.
    “Are we just talking about your books?” she asked him, her eyes blinking nervously.
    “What would you say if I said no?”
    “I don't know,” she said suddenly, finding her non-painted nails very interesting. This was sort of an intimate discussion to have with someone you'd only just met. “I can understand the frustration you just explained,” she said. “I have felt the frustration you just explained, but why does the woman have to always be the one that needs to be saved?”
    “She doesn't always. There are all kinds of relationships in the world, and there are other genres in spanking romance books, but that's what I write. That's what I feel.”
    “Do people buy your books?” she asked.
    “There are people who like to read that stuff. They find it, stimulating.”
    “Stimulating?” she said a twinkle in her eye. “Really?”
    “Yes, really.”
    “Do you?” she asked.
    “Do I what?” he asked, shuffling in his seat uncomfortably. Hell, yes, he wanted to say, but he didn't want to scare her off before they'd even had their first real date.
    “Do you find it stimulating?” she asked curiously.
    “I do,” Jay said without breathing. He sat nervously taking in the silence. She deserved some time to process this, but he wasn't finding it easy to wait. Was she thinking he was some kind of weirdo?
    “So do I,” she admitted so quietly.
    Well, he thought. That was the last thing he expected.
    “Really?” he asked, relief washing through him.
    “Yeah,” she said. “I find the fantasy of it, well, very titillating. But, and it's a very big but ,” she giggled at her own pun.
    “What's funny?” he asked.
    “Not this,” she said. “It was something else I thought of.”
    “Your butt ?” he asked.
    “Yeah. I get the sexy turn on part,” she had another gulp of her wine. “I don't know how I'd feel about being spanked for real. I don't like rules. Not for my kids and not for myself. They can be stifling.”
    “But necessary,” Jay said.
    “We manage,” she said.
    “This might not be the time to discuss specifics,” he said. “We may just have to agree to disagree. For now.”
    “Maybe,” she said. “You're talking about spanking your wife or girlfriend because she displeases you.”
    “That's being flippant. I would not spank my wife or girlfriend if she wore a dress in a color I didn't like or anything silly.”
    “What kind of things are we talking here?” she asked. “Give me an example.”
    “Okay,” he said. “Say, I asked my wife or girlfriend a straight out question, and she lied to me.
    “Why?” she asked. “Why'd she lie?”
    “Doesn't matter why she lied. A lie is a lie.”
    “Hmm,” she mused. “Give me another one.”
    “Okay. Say we agree on a rule that she stick to a budget. She has money to do whatever she wants with, but she goes over that amount on something silly.”
    “If her name is on the account, she can spend the money on whatever she wants.”
    She was very cute in her indignation, he had to admit. He could see her standing in the