Spanked by the Bad Boy by London Saint James


Title: Spanked
by the Bad Boy
Series: Bad Boy
Author: London
Saint James
Decadent Publishing
Release Date:
November 4, 2014
Genre: Contemporary, erotic romance, suspense,
thriller, spanking


Heat level: 5

Word count – 49k

Cover art by Mina Carter

As the personal
assistant to the owner of one of the top engineering firms in Denver, Tiffany
Brooks has worked hard at maintaining a professional façade, intent on ridding
herself of terrible habits—like her attraction to bad boys. But when the owner
of DC Construction rides his chopper into her world two years after their
one-time anonymous sexual encounter, everything turns upside down.
Declan Cage is the type of guy who makes a lasting impression, especially with
women, yet the gorgeous assistant at Stoub Engineering never remembers his
name—or does she? Intrigued by her game, her sexier than sin body, and an
infuriating prissy attitude, Ms. Brooks is begging to be taken into hand, and
he’s the man to do it.Armed with the knowledge Declan doesn’t recognize her, will Tiffany give in to
her desire for him yet again, or will her past come back to haunt them both and
ruin their chance at something real?

Spanked by the Bad Boy Top 10 Facts
1.      Declan
Cage—a man with some rough edges that’s got a heart hidden beneath the bad boy

2.      Tiffany
Brooks—someone who has allowed her abusive past to shape her dealings with
people, especially with men.

3.      Declan—intrigued
by Ms. Brooks.

4.      Tiffany—so
wants to deny her attraction to Mr. Cage.

5.      Declan
and Tiffany—heat things up between them.

6.      Declan—isn’t
going to let Tiffany brush him off.

7.      Tiffany—finds
out there’s more than meets the eye when it comes to Declan.

8.      Declan—will
do whatever it takes to have a relationship with Tiffany.

9.      Tiffany—the
past comes back to haunt her in more ways than one.

10.  Declan
and Tiffany—achieve something real.



“Straddle me, sugar,” he said in a
sandpaper voice, all grit.
Willing to go where she knew she
shouldn’t tread, she did what he asked, throwing
one leg over his lap, knees sinking into the leather
cushion on either side of his denim
clad thighs. His hands went to her hips. Slid down
farther, where he stopped. His
fingertips touched her flesh. Using his thumbs, he
stroked the front of her thighs,
undoing her. Shivers traversed her arms and legs.
Her sex pulsed.
He inched her skirt up, working
until the fabric bunched around her waist. When cool
air struck the back of her thighs, one side of his
mouth quirked up. He appeared pleased
with himself for exposing her panties.
“I’ll give you exactly what you
crave,” he said and ripped the thong from her body.
Tiffany sucked in a breath. He
threw the tattered silk to the floor with his right hand
while flicking her clit ring with the forefinger of
his left. “Nice adornment.” He tugged on
her piercing, giving her the right amount of
pressure. “But you need me to scratch your
itch, don’t you, baby?”
She’d come too far to lie about
what she needed now. Nodding, she whispered,
He chuckled, and the sound was a
flashpoint of sensation added to the slow stroke of
the fingers he’d slipped between her crease.
She leaned forward, hand resting on
the top of the sofa by his head, and kissed him.
While their tongues tangled, he rubbed her, his
other hand going to her hair where he
tugged the clip, releasing the long strands. They
tumbled down her back in time with his
palm curling around the base of her neck, claiming
Oh, she liked the way he took
possession. Everything feminine inside her needed the
pure maleness of him.
Tiffany nibbled at his bottom lip,
pulling scant inches from his mouth. “You make me
burn,” she admitted.
“The feeling is mutual,” he said
and plunged a finger inside of her.
“Ahh, yeah,” she uttered her
He shoved his finger deeper.
“You’re so wet.”
Her hand went to his bulging
crotch. She squeezed him through his jeans. He
groaned. With nimble fingers, she unbuttoned his
fly, freeing his thick cock from the
denim. When the heavy head rested in her palm, she
smiled. He was fantastic, and she’d
known from past experience he’d be commando.
Wrapping her fingers around the
base of his superb erection, she began to pump him.
“Hell, yes,” he said and fingered
her in earnest, inserting another. His thumb pressed
hard against her clitoris, sending heated spikes of
sensation through her body.
She moaned, spreading the silken
pre-cum leaking from him with her fingertip and
licking her lips. Tiffany wanted to taste him. Put
her lips over the crown. Skim her
mouth along his shaft. Take him down the back of her
throat. She swallowed, knowing
the feeling when she took him inside her pussy would
be even better. She needed to
experience her sex stretched over the head of his
dick again. The fiery invasion. The
awareness of being totally filled when he pressed
into her tight channel.
Her chest heaving, she mumbled,
“Sorry, sugar. We’ll have to settle
for this,” he said. Declan removed his fingers from
her body and tugged her hips down on him before he
placed his steel between her
feminine folds. “Slide your sweetness along the
length of my cock.”
Oh, God.
She was so slick, she easily made the glide up and down, her chest rubbing
against his.
In the next instant, he splayed his
large hands across her ass, pulling her against him
even tighter. This was good, sex without
penetration, something she’d never done
before, and the delicious sensation had her nipples
pebbled hard against the material of
her bra, but when he flicked out his tongue,
everything got better. She moaned and gave
him access to her neck, where he wasted no time and
tickled the hollow of her throat
before he nipped at the soft flesh with his teeth.
She shivered.
“There you go.” The vibration of
his deep voice sent a wave of pleasure across the
canvas of her flesh. Every part of her body hungered
for his touch. He slapped her ass.
She jumped and lost her
rhythm—taken aback. “Faster,” he demanded, and she didn’t
have time to consider if she liked the swat or not.
He spanked her again. “Move your fine
She complied, sliding herself up
and down. He slapped her ass once more, but this
time the sensation sent a buzz to her
already-stimulated clit. The joy spreading across
her caught— a wildfire.
“Again,” she uttered in a breathy
“Like that, do you?”
God help her, she did.
Author Bio &
London Saint James has lived in many
places, but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams
and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives
with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.
As an award-winning, bestselling,
multi-published author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the
scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and
all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off
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