Welcome back to Romancing the Kink's Dungeon Crawl. This week I'm sharing a piece from my new romantic suspense Dangerous Defiance. In this scene, Jackson and Jess have met just hours before when Jackson, the local sheriff, had to rescue her when she crossed the police tape that cordoned off the area of the dam collapse and managed to get herself hurt. Jackson has just brought her back to her hotel and now that he has found out she's FBI, he's got some questions.
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“You neither follow the rules nor do you listen very well,” Jackson began, lifting her once again,
this time tossing her over one shoulder.
There was a moment where he imagined she was processing her position before she began
to beat on his back, but her little fists barely made an impression as they landed. “Let me go! Put
me down, you have no right. Let me the fuck down.”
“And that’s another thing, you have a foul temper and a mouth to match it,” he continued,
walking her to the front office.
“Sheriff,” Aida, the old clerk began. “Looks like you’ve got your hands full,” the old
woman said, taking in the scene, her expression mischievous.
“Evening, Aida. May I have the key for Ms. Manning’s room, please?”
“You do not get to have my key! Put me down... do not give him that key!” Jess yelled.
“Feisty little thing, isn’t she?” the old woman said, handing him the room key. “Carl
dropped off her car keys a bit ago,” she said, handing them to him as well. He stuck them into his
pocket. “And that’s her suitcase.” He picked it up and thanked the older woman before walking
out of the office.
“This is not happening!” Jess kept going.
He had to hand it to her, she had some energy.
“Quiet down now, you’re calling attention to yourself.”
“I’m calling attention to myself? I am? You put me down this instant!” she called out. “You
overbearing son of a...”
He slid the key card into the lock and pushed the door open. “You ready to calm down and
behave yourself?” he asked.
“Screw you!” she yelled.
“I guess not then,” he said, setting her down carefully so she sat on the bed. Her face was
bright red, her hair partially out of its bind, long, curly strands twisting all around her face and
shoulders. She tried to stand, but it must have hurt because she sat back down and glared at him.
He put her car keys on the desk.
“How dare you?”
“I have half a mind to spank the nonsense out of you,” he said.
Her mouth just fell open and she had no comeback.