That concerned him since there were already rumors that local hospitals were filling up, and fast. Who knew if there would be medical professionals who could take care of smaller minor medical problems like pieces of glass stuck in your foot?
He didn’t exactly want to be part of the problem.
Once everything was cleaned up, they unloaded the groceries and put them away. They finished, and then he turned to Meredith.
“Are you still hungry?”
“What?”
“You didn’t get to finish your dinner.”
“Oh,” she looked toward the living room where her phone still sat on the coffee table, and where she had spilled the sandwich earlier.
“Meredith, are you hungry?”
She seemed distracted somehow, almost anxious, but she finally shook her head.
“You know what? I’m okay.”
“If you’re sure. Otherwise, I can make you something.”
“I’m fine,” she said. “I should probably go up to bed.”
He looked her up and down. On the outside, she was fine. On the inside, though? He wasn’t really sure what exactly was going through her head. Was she feeling anxious that he had spanked her? Was she happy about it?
He should make her talk about it, but the truth was that he wasn’t her Dom.
He wanted to be.
He’d wanted that for a very long time, but tonight was the first time he’d ever crossed that line with her. Now they had some tough decisions to make, and the worst part was that they were going to be quarantined together.
They’d have nothing to do but talk.
Chapter Three
Meredith couldn’t sleep.
She just kept thinking about him.
She closed her eyes, and he was there.
She opened them, and he was there.
What had happened tonight?
Oh, she knew perfectly well what had physically happened. Her ass was still stinging, and judging by the way she felt now, she figured she’d still be tender in the morning.
What had come over Daniel that he’d decided to just go all macho-man and spank her?
More importantly, why did she love it so much?
It had been everything she’d been craving from a BDSM experience. It was sexy and wonderful, but oh, it had hurt like a damn bitch. She’d deserved it, too. She had pushed him, snapped at him. Part of her had done it on purpose. She knew exactly what he got up to with his lady friends, and call it jealousy, or call it a suicide mission, she’d wanted to know what that felt like.
Meredith had never really expected him to do it, though. He’d gone all dark and deadly on her, and he’d paddled her ass like she was a petulant child.
And she’d enjoyed it.
Now, she dipped her fingers between her legs and touched herself. It had been hours since it had happened, and she was still wet and achy. Needy. She wanted to be filled up with him. She wanted him to touch her and play with her. She wanted to touch him back.