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Hot to Trot [MultiFormat]
eBook by Barrie Abalard

eBook Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
eBook Description: Exes Patti North and Dylan Decker adore each other. Her problem? He cheated. His problem? Her temper. Fixing things will take more than spankings and hot sex, though that's a good start. Patti's afraid to let Dylan back in her life, but, broke and desperate, she takes a job at the company he co-founded. Still lusting for him, she also yearns for some old-fashioned attitude adjustment--that is, a good spanking--over Dylan's lap. Being childhood friends, they share memories and values, as well as a passion for horses. But Patti feels she can't trust Dylan, and that pisses her off, which leads her to act rashly--and that pisses him off. Dylan works at convincing Patti that he's really changed and ready for monogamy. Hot spanking and sizzling sex erupts between them repeatedly, only for something to break them apart. A climactic scene in "Hot'lanta" that has Dylan spanking Patti for her temper leads to his satisfying both of them with back-door sex. HOT TO TROT, set in the sometimes funny, sometimes weird world of Boston high-tech, tells the story of two exes who still adore each other--and still annoy each other--more than any other twosome on the planet.

eBook Publisher: Excessica Publishing, Published: Loose-ID, 2008
Fictionwise Release Date: September 2010

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"Wait. I need to say this." Dylan touched my hand to prevent me from picking up my fork. The heat his touch produced emphasized the slow pulse I felt south of my belly, and I crossed and recrossed my legs in a vain attempt to ease my sexual torment. I met his gaze, shivering under his scrutiny.

"Patti, I've wanted to look you up. I couldn't--can't--stop thinking about you, and I'd be the happiest man in the universe if you'd give me another chance. I don't think I'll ever find what we had with someone else, as long as I live. Believe me, I've tried. Let me beg you to come back to me. Give me a chance to prove my worthiness. You don't have to answer now. Just hear me out."

I longed to believe him. My stomach fluttered as if I were on a roller coaster, which, emotionally, I was. I parted my lips, waiting. His index finger gently traced my lower lip. The thrill of his touch was just as good as I remembered. He continued tracing my mouth with his finger. I darted my tongue out, licked his fingertip, and was rewarded with a heartfelt sigh.

"I was a total asshole to you, I know. But you have to believe me. I never had sexual relations with any other woman while we were still living together. Well, I'll admit to Tiffany, once in her car, but that was just before you threw me out, and I ended up marrying her. Before that, no way. I know you think I did it with every woman in town, but the truth is, I didn't."

I fell back in my chair, arousal gone, angry as hell. "Excuuuuse me, but I do recall finding you in flagrante delicto more than once, with your tongue massaging some floozy's tonsils and your hands either up her skirt or down her pants. Are you using a former president's definition of 'sexual relations'?"

"Now, don't get all riled up. Yes, I kissed a few, and felt them up pretty good, too." At this he smiled, pissing me off more. "But not one of those women brought me to any, um, ultimate satisfaction. It's God's honest truth. I'm not saying what I did was right. It wasn't. Please, Patti, if it would make you feel any better, I'd let you humiliate me any way you chose for my wrongdoings. But I truly did not have sex with any of those women. I always saved that for you."

"And you expect me to believe this?" I was out of my chair, my voice rising.

"Please, lower your voice. I take full responsibility for my horrible actions, but you have to bear some of the blame. You were always so jealous, and your temper often had you storming off, leaving me alone in some restaurant or bar or dance club. When you didn't return for me, I would start to drink, and the women would start to come around. I'm weak, yes, especially when I've drunk too much. But you set it up by having tantrums, and I always made a point to come home before I went too far. None of what I'm saying excuses what I did, but if we are to have a chance, you have to manage your temper and take some responsibility yourself."

"You son of a--" My temper flared, and I threw my glass of water square in his face. I spun on my heel to leave, but his words chilled me.

"Miz North, if you want to continue working for DD Technology, you will get me a towel, then apologize. That is, if you value your paycheck and your reputation in this business."

Oh, Lord. I had just thrown water on the one man who could get me fired on my first day, no questions asked. Berating myself for my idiocy, I went looking for Ken the waiter, who of course, now that I desperately needed him, was nowhere in sight. Another waiter provided a towel. By the time I returned, Dylan had mopped himself a bit with his napkin. I kept my eyes averted from the curious stares coming from neighboring tables, now ashamed of my behavior.

Glowering, Dylan grabbed my wrist none too gently, dragging me to a quiet alcove near the rest rooms. Gingerly I blotted water off him, afraid to speak beyond a squeaky, "I'm sorry," which I repeated several times. Finally, he seemed to relax, but only a little bit.

"Listen to me," he hissed.

I nodded, still scared of losing my job.

"Patricia, if you ever, ever lose your temper while we work, or in public with me like today, and do something like throwing water--or worse--as God is my witness, girl, either you'll be fired on the spot or you'll take a sound spanking to retain your job. It'll be your choice, but you'll have to accept one or the other. Remember that."

"Why a choice? Why not just fire me? And why spank me, yet keep me on?" I could hardly believe I mustered the nerve to comment, but the conditions were odd. I could see myself choosing a spanking over getting fired, though.

He sighed, cupping my chin so I'd have to meet his gaze. "Because good workers are hard to find, and you're one of the best. Good workers deserve another chance when they mess up, but they've also got to pay the price for their screw-ups. Besides, I've had a hankering to spank you ever since I saw you this morning. I think I'll quit resisting temptation."

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