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  “Oh, but I can. And you should consider yourself lucky that we’re here in my office. If we were home, your backside would’ve been bare and very sore by now,” he said with a loud smack, his hand impacting hard across the seat of her black polyester pants.

  “Oh, my God. Stop that! Let me up!” she maintained through clenched teeth, her mumbled exclamations following each loud crack as she squirmed over his blue cotton scrub pants.

  “Sorry, but a fair warning was given that there would be consequences for disobeying me, and you might as well get that idea straight through your head right now,” he said in an even tone while applying consecutive hard swats to her tight, round behind.

  Lexi bucked and squealed as she tried to roll off of his lap, but he shifted her over one knee and anchored her with his other strong leg. She never thought his hand would hurt that much right through her pants, but this was obviously not a playful romp.

  It was the real deal.

  “This spanking is not going to end until you settle yourself down,” he assured with two more whacks to her smarting bottom. “When you act like a rebellious teenager, you’ll be punished like one. Are we clear on that?”

  “Yes, sir,” she said, blinking back the tears that were welling in her tired eyes. “I’m sorry I didn’t wait for you.”

  He spoke in a low and gentle voice as he rubbed and affectionately patted her rear end. “I honestly don’t get it. You were frightened out of your mind when that car followed you down the hospital driveway, yet last night you were willing to walk here by yourself. Was that a bratty move on your part, or were you just trying to test me? God knows who could be lurking out there in the dark…”

  Large tears fell freely as she squeezed her eyes shut. “It wasn’t a test, and I’m not trying to be a brat! I just wanted to prove that I’m not helpless and can make it on my own,” she said in between sobs.

  “Come up here,” Dr. Morales whispered, gently sliding Lexi off his lap to scoop her into his tan, muscular arms. “Of course you can make it on your own, but there’s nothing wrong with a little assistance from your friends. And my suggestion is that you get used to my help, or an inflatable inner tube might be necessary for you to sit on at work, young lady. Because the next time you decide to disobey me and put yourself in danger, you’ll be spanked on your bare bottom,” he warned, tilting his head. “Understand, mi querida?”

  She pressed her nose into his warm, smooth neck and inhaled his tantalizing manly essence that was mixed with the spicy fragrance of his aftershave. “I love how you smell, Raul.”

  His smile was faint as he pulled back to lovingly thumb the tears from her face. “That was not an answer to my question, little miss, and don’t try to sweet-talk me with compliments. I was not amused by your shenanigans last night. Not at all.”

  She loved the gentleness of his voice when he scolded her and wished she could stay protected like this in his arms all day. But just as he hugged her tight, his intercom buzzed and a woman’s voice was immediately heard. “Dr. Morales? There’s a patient waiting for you in Room One.”

  He pushed the button and grinned at Lexi, who immediately slid off his lap and straightened her white jacket.

  “Thank you. I’ll be right there.”

  Rubbing her smarting backside, she peered at him with curiosity. “Can I at least walk home this morning? The sun is shining, which means it’s extremely light outside.”

  Dr. Morales shook his head as he stood. “I see the sass doesn’t end even after a good spanking.” He thought for a moment and sighed. “Stay put for a few minutes. After I check on this patient, I’m going to have one of the security guards drive you home.”

  Gingerly, Lexi lowered herself onto the chair. “Raul?”

  Placing a stethoscope around his neck, he gazed over at her. “Hmm?”

  “Did you just speak to me in Spanish?”

  With a twinkle in his eyes, he smiled. “I called you my sweetheart.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Holding a can of Heineken in one hand and a joint in the other, the boyish-looking man sat in his comfortable recliner, staring mindlessly at the television screen. After inhaling a deep, hot draw from the rolled paper, he held his breath before blowing out a long stream of smoke. The weed was little harsh for his taste, but a sip of cold beer after every drag took the edge off.

  Work has been killing me lately.

  Chuckling out loud, he adored the irony of his thought. It was almost time for the evening news, and he wondered if there would be any detailed reports about the young women murdered along the coastal area of Southern Florida.

  Staring down at his smoke-stained fingernails, he lifted the joint once again to his mouth, inhaled and carefully set it down in the ashtray. Taking a moment to revel in the effect of his indulgence, intimate memories of the murdered women surged throughout his mind. As he closed his eyes to reminisce, the attractive newscaster interrupted his thoughts as she read a teaser from the prompter.

  “There will be a special report on the Ft. Lauderdale Lady Killer, right after this commercial break.”

  What kind of fucking lame title was that? They couldn’t come up with anything more imaginative?

  Bending forward to reach the volume, he turned it up and plopped back down into the chair. When the anchor returned to the screen, she instantly connected the viewers with a correspondent who was reporting from the scene of the last murder.

  “This is Meredith McDonough standing in front of the apartment building where twenty-one-year-old Ginger Renner was murdered just two weeks ago.”

  He moved upright in the seat, his dark eyes glued to the bright blue light of the screen.

  “I’ve spoken to police who at this time are still unwilling to give out too many details of the latest tragedy. But they did confirm that the recent gruesome murder was consistent with the strangulation of three other young women in the last four months. The victim’s apartment has been thoroughly dusted for prints and the police are canvassing the surrounding area for clues that point toward who the assailant might be.”

  He jumped from his chair, raised his fist, and let out a joyous rebel yell. Anxiously pacing back and forth across the living room floor, his focus still remained on the television as the reporter continued:

  “The body of the young woman was discovered by friends after her mother called to see if she’d stayed with them overnight. According to Mrs. Renner who lives in Gainesville, she and her daughter were close and talked daily, so she became suspicious when she hadn’t heard from her. The victim’s mother went on to say that she was kind, generous, outgoing, and well-liked by everyone she knew. In speaking with Ginger’s friends, we learned that she frequented bars alone and usually attended those that had music and a dancing area. The bartender at the Java Hut remembered serving her, but no one working in the establishment saw her leave that night. Florida residents are being encouraged to contact local authorities if you are approached by anyone who seems suspicious, and the hotline number at the bottom of the screen is the one to call if you have any information that might help us catch this man before he kills again. No composite sketch is available at this time on the Ft. Lauderdale Lady Killer…”

  “Fuck! I hate that name!” he screamed, flailing his arms at the television.

  “A special task force has been assembled to work on this case and the police are urging all women to be careful when traveling alone. This is Meredith McDonough reporting live from Lauderdale by the Sea.”

  “That’s all?” he shrieked. “Just a five-minute spot on the news? Hell, local stations should be interrupting their normal broadcasts with special reports on this all day! What does someone have to do to get some damn attention around here?”

  Picking up his half-filled can of beer, he angrily heaved it against the wall across the room. The golden liquid instantly splattered and he raced over to inspect the obvious dent left in the drywall.

  “Shit, see what you made me do, you little cunt? Now
I’m going have to spend the rest of my night cleaning this shit up.” Grabbing his head in frustration, he began pulling at his dark wavy hair.

  I can’t stay in this God-forsaken apartment one more minute.

  And then he stood still, his eyes darting. With a maniacal smile on his face, he strode back to his bedroom, opened the closet door, and began to rummage through his racks of clothes.

  Wait. First, I have to decide what kind of face to put on.

  Backing out of the closet, he turned and stroked his chin, staring at the three new hairpieces resting on individual Styrofoam heads atop his dresser. After stretching one over his scalp, he stood in front of the mirror and debated.

  No moustache tonight, I wore one on my last date.

  Returning to his closet, he selected a gray pinstripe suit, white starched shirt, and a dark tie.

  I should be driving a white Lincoln Continental Town Coupe tonight instead of a light blue 1968 VW Bug.

  After a final check in the mirror, he stretched his hands, indicating that it was show time. Carefully opening the front door of his apartment, he checked both ways to see if anyone was lingering outside. The last thing he needed was for some asshole to identify him in one of his new outfits. After determining that the coast was clear, he smiled and slipped into the shadows down the paved walkways. Finally feeling confident that he’d avoided any detection, he peered around and cruised out into the dimly lit parking lot.

  I love to watch young women in search of successful, out-of-town businessmen. Unfortunately, the ending won’t be so happy for my date this evening…

  With that last thought in mind, he opened his car door and got comfortable in the front seat. Adjusting his yellow tinted aviator frames in the rearview mirror, he spoke out loud in a low, raspy voice. “Which lucky lady should I choose tonight?”

  Chapter Twelve

  A week later, Raul and Lexi sat on her couch watching the evening news.

  “Her scream was ear-piercing and frantic. The loud noise should’ve woken the entire neighborhood,” the woman being interviewed said. “I instantly locked the front door and ran to my back window, which overlooks the parking lot. It was just getting dark out and he had to have known that someone was watching him drag that woman into the car. As his head rose to look up, he stared at me. I’ll never forget those evil eyes as long as I live. It was a stare that made me shiver.”

  The camera quickly cut to the broadcaster sitting behind his desk. “Laura Lytle told her friends she was going for a quick swim after work last night, but she never returned to her room in the Stardust Apartments. If anyone has seen her or has additional information, please call the police immediately at either of these numbers…”

  As they flashed her picture on screen with the hotline numbers running underneath it, Raul stood up and turned the television off.

  “Just listening to that report made the skin on the back of my neck prickle,” Lexi said, her voice trembling.

  He crossed his arms and arched a dark eyebrow. “I’m not very happy about you living here alone, kiddo.”

  “Well, I don’t think I’d be welcome moving in with Ronnie and Katie. Come on, you’ve been driving me to work every night, whether it’s your shift or not. So, except for two days a week, I’m not here overnight by myself.”

  “It just doesn’t seem safe to me,” he said, returning to the couch. “Since we’re both off tonight, I can sleep right here,” he said, patting the large cushion. “This looks comfortable enough.”

  She snuggled back into his lap. “Don’t you think it would be cozier in my bed?”

  “Uh-huh,” he said, maneuvering her over his knee to apply a playful swat to her bottom.

  “Ouch!” she yelped, attempting to protect her backside with one hand. “Come on, it’ll be like a sleepover.”

  But he caught her wrist with quick agility and landed another resounding smack to the seat of her shorts with his large palm. “Go get ready for bed, young lady and I’ll tuck you in. Unless you’d care to argue with me some more,” he warned, reaching for his belt.

  Just being over his knee like that managed to cause a flurry of action inside her pussy, and she was a little sad that he was cutting their play short. “No, sir,” she said in a disappointed tone, rolling off his lap. “There are a couple of blankets in the hall closet. I’ll get you one.”

  * * *

  Lexi’s eyes flew open as all the air had been forced from her lungs. A hideous yelping noise was coming from the outside and it was getting louder. Without a sound coming from her throat, she stumbled out of the bed and rushed into the living room. When she saw that Raul wasn’t on the couch, she panicked and ran into the kitchen, her heart pumping furiously as she stopped dead in her tracks to find him sitting on top of the kitchen counter, casually popping a grape into his mouth.

  “What’s the matter, sweet pea?” he asked, hopping down to take her by the shoulders.

  Confused, she peered up into his warm eyes. “Didn’t you hear that woman crying outside?”

  “The yowling out back? Lexi, that’s just a couple of cats in heat,” he said, gesturing toward the parking lot of the apartment complex. “They’re obviously looking for someone to love tonight,” he joked, hugging her close.

  She buried her head into his chest, her eyes filling with tears. “Oh, my God… I thought…”

  “Hey, hey, it’s okay. I should’ve turned the damn television off sooner. That gruesome report scared the crap out of you.”

  “At first I figured it was a nightmare. It sounded like someone was being kidnapped… or worse.” She realized her knees were wobbly, and he must have noticed it too, since he put his strong arms under her legs to swoop her up.

  “Do you think I’m being silly, Raul?”

  “No, there are terrifying things going on in this city, and that’s why it bothers me when you’re alone. Especially at night.”

  “Can I sleep on the couch with you? I promise not to be a bother,” she said shyly.

  Carrying her into the bedroom, he carefully placed her onto the mattress. “You’re not the one I don’t trust,” he responded with a slight wink.

  “Please!” she begged with tears in her eyes. “I’m afraid to be alone right now.”

  He tipped her chin with one strong finger and spoke in a firm, direct voice. “It’s probably not a good idea. Taking care of you is one thing, but sleeping together is another story. We work side by side, remember? And we both know I’m much older…”

  “But I feel so safe with you. When I’m in your arms I feel like nothing can hurt me. I’ve never felt that way before.” With tears dripping from her eyes, she took his hand and drew him close to her body. She knew the shaky little girl’s voice coming from her throat was pleading, but just didn’t care.

  “Mi querida…” The tone was guttural, and his accent thick with desire. Bolder than she’d ever heard before. And then he lowered his lips to meet hers.

  “Please. You know it’s what I want. What we both want,” she said, her voice barely audible.

  “Do you have protection?”

  “Yes, of course,” she continued, barely in a whisper.

  With a low growl, his back straightened as he yanked his T-shirt up and over his head. After tossing it on the floor, he shoved down his jeans and underwear together and stepped out of them. Staring downward into Lexi’s eyes, he grasped the bottom of her short cotton nightgown in his hands and gently moved it upward. His head tilted as he sat on the bed, gazing over her naked body.

  “This means you’re going to be only mine now. Do you understand that, my sweetheart?” he asked in a low, serious tone, his lips descending onto hers, capturing them with a lustful kiss.

  “I’m ready to be yours,” she answered in a whisper.

  Moving in closer, he separated her legs with one knee and bent over to tease her labia with his wet lips. Closing her eyes, she reveled in his tongue gliding up and down her velvety folds and pushed herself against him as
he thrust deep into her swollen cunny. With her head thrashing and hips bucking upward, she fervently pressed her soaked pussy against his face. The distinct aroma of her scent was in the air as her juices mixed with his saliva, and while the liquid flowed mightily down the crevice of her ass, she jutted her legs into the air. Without warning, the tip of his finger lightly brushed over her tight rosebud.

  “Oooh.” Though it was oddly arousing, no one had ever touched her there before, and her body stiffened as he lightly pushed the pad of his thumb inside her snug little hole.

  “Ahh, someday I’ll take you here, but not tonight, mi querida,” he said, pulling backward.

  Inhaling a short heated breath, she watched with widened eyes as he stroked his swollen, reddened shaft. “Is my little kitten ready for me?” Spreading her legs, he positioned his cock at her wet entrance while closing his lips around her warm, stiff nipple. As he suckled and then tugged slightly with his teeth, her face radiated with arousal.

  “More?” he whispered.

  “Oh, God. Yes. Don’t stop,” she moaned.

  “I want you to ask politely, little miss,” he growled in a low tone, gently stroking the line of her collarbone.

  “Please. Fuck. Me. Dr. Morales,” she begged, arching her back, her pussy aching with need, her clit throbbing in anticipation.

  * * *

  Straightening his upper torso, he took hold of her wrists and pulled them over her head. With piercing eyes locked onto hers, his steamy gaze communicated that this wasn’t a game. It was the real thing for him.

  As he rubbed his surging cock up and down the hot, soaking slit of her sex, Lexi’s legs spread further in supplication, silently begging him to sink into her heated core. Pulling back one more time to look into her eyes, his lips finally seared onto hers with a fevered possessiveness, his thick sword edging into her tight sheath, the strokes building mightily. Slow and deliberate, his strides were steady and deep-seated over and over, her moans quickly escalating to groans until he felt her clench and flutter around his hard shaft. Thrusting into her one final time, he ground his pelvis hard against hers and shattered as she squeezed convulsively around him.