Chapter 89

“She seems like a nice girl,” Sandra said after a few silent moments.

“She’s a little nit,” he growled. “She’s in need of a good spanking.”

“Not by you, I hope?” she asked and smiled when he turned a shocked, angry eye to her. He relaxed when he saw the amusement pass through her eyes and slid his arm around her waist. The lift was empty except for the two of them, allowing them to speak freely.

“The only woman I plan on spanking is you,” he told her, pulling her to face him, his hands caressing her buttocks as his lips found hers. The lift arrived at their destination all too soon for their taste, and the doors opened onto the evening’s cool breeze.

Sandra followed Creighton out onto the observation deck of the metal monster’s third floor, and gasped as they walked toward the railing. The sights were spectacular. She could see the entire city from here, the lights of the night twinkled below them, the shimmer of the moon as it reflected off the Seine was breathtaking.

“Give me your c