Page 39 of Nick: His to Claim

“Maggie, tell me about the lies,” he scolded, trying to keep her focused.

Hiccup.

“See this right here’s a per… hiccup… fect example,” she explained, poking his chest with her finger. “I told you if you found my glass I would tell you, and really I’m not going to tell you anything, so it was a lie. Get it?” Hiccup.

Nick laughed.

“I get it, and now you’re going to get it,” he told her taking the empty glass that was dangling from her fingers and setting it down on the coffee table. In the blink of an eye he had her over his lap and her nightie pulled above her waist. Crisp smacks were stinging her behind before she could even get out a scream.

“Stop,” she pleaded. “I’m sorry.”

“Are you lying?” Nick asked with an evil grin as he continued to pepper her backside with firm slaps.

“Um, maybe,” she admitted truthfully as she hiccupped and squealed.

“Ah,” he said, “the truth, finally. Well, let me know when you’re really sorry and I’ll think about stopping,” he informed her cheerfully.

Maggie’s bottom, warm from snuggly sitting on Nick’s lap, went to Fourth of July firecracker hot in about sixty seconds. Her struggles to get away would have been ineffective had she been sober, but drunk they were laughable, and Nick was definitely laughing. She acted like he was blistering her, when in reality he was being pretty gentle. His little Maggie could be quite an actress when she’d had a few drinks.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry—really sorry. Please stop, Nick, you’re killing me,” she wailed as she scrubbed her runny nose on her sleeve again.

“I’ll let you up, but you better keep your word. No more lying, and I want to hear the truth from now on. You hear me?”

“Yes, Nick, I hear you fine. Can I have some more wine?”

“No,” he told her firmly, a smack his exclamation point. “No more wine until you behave and keep your promise, and no more tricks.”

Nick pulled Maggie up and sat her firmly on his lap despite her wiggling and moaning. “Now spill it, sweets,” he told her.

“I will, I will, but Nick you don’t understand. I really need a big glass of wine if I’m going to… I will tell you everything, Girl Scout’s Honor,” she told him folding up her fingers in what he was sure was the wrong formation.

“If I remember right, you got kicked out of the Girl Scout troop at St. Peter’s for putting food coloring in the Holy Water. Nice try though.” Nick moved to flip her to his lap as Maggie grabbed his hands and looked into his eyes.

“Nick, please, I don’t think I can do it without a little… hiccup… help. Maybe not even then, but I’ll try.”

Weighing his options took only a minute. On one hand, Maggie had more than enough to drink. On the other, there was obviously something very serious she had to tell him, and apparently she needed liquid courage to do it. Moving Maggie off his lap, he swore as he headed into the kitchen.

In short order, Nick returned with two full glasses of wine, both of which Maggie tried to take. That damned raised eyebrow stopped her, and she took only hers with a pout.

Sinking back against the cushions, Maggie leisurely sipped her wine. Outwardly, she appeared sleepy and content, and Nick watched her until his patience ran out. Reaching over, he slid his hand up her nightgown and gave her a quick pinch on her hot butt.

“Ow,” she squealed, her bottom lip out as she finally set her empty glass on the table.

“Okay, darlin’, spill your guts,” he ordered.

Later he was to reflect on his poor choice of words. After Maggie had tearfully told him everything he’d been waiting tohear and more, she leaned over the couch and puked on his shoes. Too bad she wouldn’t remember any of it in the morning.

Chapter Thirteen

Nick couldn’t seem to stop grinning. She loved him. Maggie told him many things last night, but by far that was the most important. She loved him. Although, telling a man some of the things she’d told him last night and then passing out was just cruel and unusual punishment as far as he was concerned.

He was in pain by the time she’d explained that she was sick of having to change her panties every time he was around because they were always damp. His suggestion that she just forgo them altogether hadn’t been well received, so he offered to buy her as many pairs as she would let him. He loved that he made her wet and told her so. Even with her face flushed from the wine, she managed to blush.

At times she had been difficult to understand, but with the emotional roller coaster she appeared to be on, he’d done his best. He still didn’t understand the part about how sorry she was that she’d tried to give him away to one of her girlfriends, but he figured it really didn’t matter. She loved him; that was the important thing.

When he brought up marriage, she didn’t seem opposed. He was a great kisser she’d informed him between hiccups, andshe felt safe and protected in his arms. She liked that he was strong and dependable, and she might be able to get used to his bossiness if she got lots and lots of what they had done the other night.

Thatwould not be a problem, Nick thought, still trying to get the silly grin off his face before his next client arrived. Finally she had gotten around to what she referred to as “the spanking thing”. She wasn’t really fond of it, she told him, and thought it would be a very good plan if he just gave it up. She suggested maybe he should “see someone” about his unfortunate habit, even going so far as to suggest getting hypnotized as a way to quit.