Page 39 of House Divided
“Mmm,” she murmured. “It’s nice to get a little TLC after being used and abused.”
Enoch chuckled, giving her reddened bottom a few light pats. “Of course, my love.”
Madeline’s body warmed.His love.She decided that she really, really liked that.
Finally, as he lost his rigidity, Enoch withdrew and helped Madeline to straighten up. They both put on their clothes once more.
“I hope no one uses this conference room for a little while,” Madeline observed. “It really smells like sex in here.”
“I like it,” replied Enoch. “I can do my work in here just as easily as anywhere else. This room has a certain charm.”
“You just like it because it’s where you spanked me, bent me over, and fucked me raw,” retorted Madeline.
Enoch nodded. “I find your argument quite compelling.” He took a seat, took out a data tablet, and typed away.
Madeline shook her head. “Incorrigible,” she said and took a seat next to him. She hissed at the sting, and muttered, “Ooouch!” She shifted her bottom.
Without looking up from the data tablet he was tapping at, Enoch said, “Good. Hopefully that will be a reminder not to fly off the handle at me.”
Madeline was filled with both irritation and a sense of contrition.It’s true, even if you hate to admit it. You really did lose your temper with him.
Contrition won. “I am sorry about that,” she offered sincerely. Enoch looked up at her and smiled. “It’s done,” he replied. “We don’t need to do anything more about it. A good spanking followed by good sex will do that. It rebalances everything.”
Madeline thought about it and found herself nodding. “It really does,” she agreed. She paused. “Okay, how does that work?”
“I’ve no idea,” laughed Enoch, his open amusement and happiness transforming his face. “I just know that it does. It’s a tried-and-true method for a happy relationship.”
Before she could even think about it, Madeline asked, “Is that what you did with your wife?”
Enoch was startled. “Grace? Yes, of course.” He looked at Madeline closely. “I hope that doesn’t bother you.”
“No, it really doesn’t,” replied Madeline, and she could feel a loosening of her shoulders as she realized that it truly did not. Enoch’s past was in his past. “She must have been a remarkable woman, for you to have loved her.”
Enoch reached out and took Madeline’s hand. “She was,” he said softly. “Grace was an incredibly important part of my life, and I remember her and honor her memory. But Grace is gone, and that time is over now. You are my life now, and I love you, Madeline.”
She leaned forward, putting her head against his powerful chest. “I love you, too, Enoch.”
They stayed that way together in silence until there was a buzz from Enoch’s tablet. “The worlds keep turning,” he sighed and straightened so as to look at the tablet’s screen.
“Anything new?” asked Madeline, returning fully to her seat.
“All of my troopers have reported in. No casualties, which is both impressive and excellent news. The chaos on Tarma has proven to be an ideal environment for infiltration,” observed Enoch. He looked at the expression on Madeline’s face and said, “Sorry. I don’t mean that I’m glad that your planet is in chaos.”
“I know,” replied Madeline. “I’ll just be glad when this is over.”
“Absolutely,” agreed Enoch. A change came over his features. “Although at that point, we’ll need to think about our future. I am still the most wanted man in the galaxy, you know.”
“One problem at a time,” sighed Madeline, with a mixture of affection and exhaustion.
