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  She was sure he would climax right then, too, but he just tightened his hold on her hips and continued to pound into her so that her orgasm kept going and going. The pleasure rushing through her was so intense, she thought she might actually pass out from how good it felt. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, Zak groaned and pulled her tightly against him, burying his cock so deep she could almost feel the heat of him as he burst inside of her.

  Afterward, as they lay in each other’s arms, Daphne couldn’t do anything but gasp for breath for a time. When her pulse finally returned to something approaching normal, she couldn’t help feeling a little guilty about hiding the fact that she’d snooped on the new neighbors again just so that she would get a good-girl spanking.

  But as she drifted off to sleep, she convinced herself that she’d done the right thing. If she had told Zak about the conversation she’d had with Claire not matching up with the pictures in the wedding album, he probably wouldn’t have even let her get the words out of her mouth before he put her over his knee for another discipline spanking. He really wouldn’t care what she had to say. He would only care that she was being nosy again.

  Right then, she realized she was going to have to have something more than just her suspicions if she wanted to sway him. She was going to need something concrete to put in front of him that he couldn’t dispute. That way, she wouldn’t have to say a word, but could just point at her evidence. With that thought in mind, she snuggled up against him and decided that beginning tomorrow, she would do some more digging.

  And digging was not the same thing as snooping.

  Chapter 5

  Since the next day was Saturday and Zak was off for the weekend, Daphne realized she would have to put her plan to dig for more information on hold until Monday. Which was fine with her since it meant she would have Zak all to herself. He was more than a welcome distraction.

  They were just finishing up breakfast when the telephone rang. Hoping it wasn’t the station calling to tell Zak he needed to go into work, Daphne was pleased when her husband announced it was Claire.

  “I was wondering if you and Zak might like to come over for dinner tonight,” the other woman said.

  Daphne smiled. “I don’t see why not. Hold on while I ask him.” Covering the mouthpiece with her hand, she told her husband about Claire’s invitation.

  Lifting his brow, Zak regarded her over the rim of his coffee mug. “If we do, are you going to snoop?”

  Daphne felt her face color. “Of course not.”

  He shrugged. “Then sure.”

  Daphne took her hand away from the phone. “We’d love to,” she told Claire. “Can I bring anything?”

  Claire laughed. “Just yourselves. Is six o’clock okay?”

  “Sounds good.”

  “Then we’ll see you tonight.”

  Putting the cordless phone back in its charger, Daphne turned back around to find Zak clearing the table.

  “I’m going to mow the lawn,” he said.

  Daphne waited until he had finished putting the breakfast dishes in the sink before looping her arms around his neck. “That’s a good idea. Besides, it’ll give me time to make some brownies to take over tonight. But, don’t be long,” she added, reaching up to give him a kiss. “Because I have plans for you.”

  He grinned, his arms going around her. “And do these plans involve me spanking you?”

  She gave her husband a sexy smile. “Repeatedly.”

  “In that case, I’ll have the lawn mowed in record time. Bending his head, Zak kissed her on the mouth, only to let out a groan a moment later. “I’d better get out there, or the lawn is never going to get mowed.”

  Daphne laughed as she watched him go into the garage. Opening the dishwasher, she began loading the breakfast plates. A moment later she heard the garage door open and the lawnmower start. As she was whipping up a quick batch of brownies a little while later, an idea came to her. With Zak out mowing the lawn, it would be the perfect time for her to do some digging into their new neighbors’ past.

  Putting the brownies in the oven, Daphne reached into the pocket of her shorts and took out the receipt she’d found in the back of the neighbors’ wedding album yesterday. Unfolding it, she picked up the phone and dialed the number printed beneath the photographer’s name on the top of the page.

  “Memorable Photography,” a woman’s voice answered.

  “I hope you can help me,” Daphne said. “My husband and I recently moved into our house, and we found a wedding album in the attic. It had your name as the photographer, so I was wondering if you could give me a phone number for the couple so that we could return the album.”

  The woman hesitated so long that for a moment Daphne thought she was going to give her some lame story about not being able to give out personal information, but instead she surprised Daphne by asking for the couple’s name.

  “John and Claire Fredericks,” Daphne said.

  “Fredericks,” the woman repeated. “Okay, let me see if I have a phone number on file for them.”

  Daphne could hear the click of computer keys in the background. A moment later, the woman came back on the line.

  “For some reason, I don’t have a phone number, but I do have an address if you’d like that.”

  “That would be great,” Daphne said, reaching for the pad and pencil that was by the phone so she could jot down the address.

  “I’m sorry that I don’t have a phone number,” the woman added when she’d finished giving out the address. “But the name does ring a bell. Such a lovely couple. And their wedding was absolutely beautiful.”

  Daphne smiled. “It looks like it was.”

  Thanking the woman, Daphne put down the phone and picked up the pad, her brow furrowing as she read the address. 7501 Coconut Grove Rd, Miami, Florida. Well, she’d been right about one thing. John and Claire had definitely lied about where they were from. But why?

  Daphne chewed on her lower lip, wondering if she should tell Zak what she’d learned, but just as quickly decided against it. So, John and Claire had lied about where they had lived before moving to Virginia. There could certainly be a reason for that. Maybe they had really disliked living in Miami and didn’t want to talk about it. But that didn’t explain why they had lied about their real names. She couldn’t think of any logical reason for the couple to do that. It certainly seemed shady and definitely something she should tell Zak about. But once again, she quickly decided against it. Zak wouldn’t even want to hear it if she had nothing more than these hunches. If she wanted to tell him, then she was going to have to find out more.

  Okay, but how as she going to do that? It’s not like she could come out and ask Claire why she and John had lied about everything. Daphne nibbled on her lower lip. Maybe she could find something on the internet. It was a long shot, but maybe she’d find something.

  Pulling the brownies out of the oven, Daphne ripped the piece of paper off the pad, then went into the living room to sit down on the couch with the laptop. Pulling up Google, she typed in the words, John and Claire Fredericks, then added the words, Miami and Florida. To her surprise, her search revealed almost a hundred entries, most of them from the local Miami newspapers, all dated several months earlier. She clicked on the first one and began to read.

  John and Claire Fredericks are missing and presumed dead after their boat exploded in Biscayne Bay late Saturday afternoon. The Fredericks and the Miami Bay Realty Company where they worked have been under investigation for several months concerning possible money-laundering ties with the Meradino Drug Cartel. Martin Thompson, the detective investigating the case, has said that police have found no connection between the Meradino Cartel and the boat explosion, and refused to speculate on the possibility. At this point, authorities have found no evidence of foul play, and the explosion is being ruled an accident.

  Shocked, Daphne clicked on several other articles, and found that they all said pretty much the same thing. The gen
eral consensus was that the Fredericks had been involved with the mob and had been murdered when the investigation began to get too close to the Meradino crime family. Daphne had no idea what she’d expected to find, but it definitely wasn’t this. Could it really be possible that John and Claire had been laundering money for a drug lord? It sure looked that way. Even worse, it looked like they had faked their own deaths to elude the police.

  She had to show Zak the newspaper articles, Daphne thought. But how could she? As a cop, Zak would have to arrest them, or at the very least bring them in for questioning. And if she were wrong, her friendship with Claire would be completely and irrevocably destroyed. It would make the falling-out she’d had with her other neighbor seem like a minor misunderstanding.

  Abruptly realizing she could no longer hear the lawnmower, Daphne quickly went to their favorites menu and clicked on the link for a shopping website. It popped up on the screen just as her husband walking into the living room.

  Coming around the back of the couch, Zak leaned down to nuzzle her neck. “So,” he said softly, his breath warm against her ear. “Are you ready for your spanking?”

  At the mention of a spanking, Daphne quickly forgot all about the new neighbors and whether or not they’d been laundering money for some drug lord. Setting the laptop down on the coffee table, she turned around to look up at him with a sexy grin.

  “You know it. You’ll have to catch me first, though,”

  She didn’t wait for an answer, but jumped up from the couch and ran for the steps. Halfway up the stairs, she threw a glance over her shoulder to see if he was following. Seeing that he was already in hot pursuit, she squealed and raced the rest of the way up the steps. He caught up to her just inside the bedroom door. Grabbing her by the arm, he spun her around into an embrace and soundly kissed her.

  “Ick. You smell like gasoline,” she complained when he lifted his head a moment later.

  Zak’s mouth quirked as he gazed down at her. “You’re right. I do smell like gasoline. Guess that means I should take a shower. Care to join me?”

  With a smile, Daphne stepped back and stripped off her T-shirt, then unbuttoned her shorts and slowly pushed them down. Clad only in her lacy bra and panties, she gave him a saucy look, then turned and headed for the adjoining bathroom, removing the rest of her clothes and dropping them on the floor as she went. Getting spanked in the shower would be just as much fun as anywhere else in the house. Maybe more. She’d read that spankings stung much more on a wet ass.

  Daphne had already turned on the water in the shower and was standing in front of the mirror pinning up her hair when Zak came in to the bathroom. She met his gaze in the mirror as he came up behind her. Cupping her shoulders in his hands, he pressed his mouth to the curve of her neck. With a soft sigh of pleasure, she tilted her head to the side, watching in the mirror as he trailed featherlight kisses along her neck and up to her ear.

  For a moment, Daphne was torn between making love with her husband right there where they could watch, and taking him into the shower. But the thought of their slippery, wet bodies pressed up against each other was too intoxicating to resist. Taking his hand, she led him across the bathroom and into the big walk-in shower.

  Pulling the door closed behind them, Zak stepped into the spray of water and taking her in his arms, kissed her on the mouth. Daphne slid her hands up his chest to his shoulders, pulling him closer. The muscles rippled and bunched under her fingers as he ran his hands down her back to the curve of her ass, and she moaned with pleasure as he gave her bottom a gentle squeeze.

  Lifting his head, Zak traced a path of hot kisses along the curve of her jaw, then down her neck, and she clutched at his shoulders as little shivers of pleasure coursed through her. One hand still firmly cupping her bottom, he slid the other up her midriff to encircle her breast. Gently taking her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he teased it until it was a hardened peak. Only then, did he bend to take the pebbled nub into his mouth.

  Arching her back, Daphne slid her hands into his hair as he lavished first one nipple, and then the other with attention. His mouth felt so good on her that she could have him make love to her breasts for hours.

  But all too soon, he lifted his head. Still heady from his touch, Daphne opened her eyes to find him gazing down at her with desire in his dark eyes. Suddenly wanting to pleasure him as he had pleasured her, she slowly trailed kisses over his chest and down his rock-hard abs before dropping to her knees in front of his hard, throbbing cock. Gently wrapping her hand around his shaft, she leaned forward and took him in her mouth.

  She moved her head up and down slowly, taking him a little deeper each time before finally drawing his entire length into her mouth. Above her, Zak groaned, and Daphne couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride at knowing she had the ability to give him so much pleasure.

  Moaning, Daphne slowly slid her mouth back up his shaft. Holding onto his cock with her hand, she swirled her tongue over the head for a moment before taking him in her mouth again.

  Like before, she didn’t swallow him all at once, but slowly bobbed her head up and down on his shaft several times before taking him deep. Zak let out another groan, and when she came up for air this time, he caught her hand and gently pulled her to her feet.

  “God, you’re good at that,” he said, lowering his head to cover her mouth with his.

  Daphne’s reply came out as a moan of pleasure as her husband deepened the kiss. She ran her hands up his smooth chest to settle them on his shoulders and would have pulled him closer, but he took a step back before she could. Her brow furrowed in confusion until she saw him reach for the bottle of shower gel. She watched eagerly as he squeezed the deliciously scented liquid into his hand.

  Rubbing his hands together to make a soapy lather, Zak began to wash her with it. Starting with her breasts, he cupped them gently before running his soap-covered hands down her stomach and over her hips to concentrate on her long legs, washing each of them in turn before getting to his feet again.

  Daphne would have returned the favor, but after rinsing the soap off, Zak turned her around so that she was facing the back wall. Sliding his hands up her arms, he lifted them above her head to place her hands on the tiled wall in front of her. He then retraced his movements, running his hands back down her outstretched arms as he nuzzled her neck, and she let out a little whimper of pleasure.

  Still kissing her, Zak reached around with one hand to finger her pussy, and Daphne moaned again, louder this time. Spreading her legs, she arched her back a little, thrusting her bottom out, and she gasped when she felt him smack her on the ass with his other hand.

  The sound echoed in the enclosed space, making the spank seem harder than it really was. Or maybe it was just seemed harder because her skin was wet, she decided. Whatever the reason, the next one, this time to her other cheek, made her squeal in protest.

  “Too hard?” Zak asked, his voice soft against her ear.

  Now, why didn’t he ever ask that when he was giving her a discipline spanking? Daphne thought wryly. “No.” She gave him a smile over her shoulder. “It just took me by surprise.”

  He kissed her neck. “Should I spank you some more, then?”

  She let out a little moan as he began making slow circles around her clit. “You’d better.”

  Zak chuckled. Lifting his hand, he brought it down firmly on one cheek, then the other, moving back and forth with an easy rhythm that had her thrusting out her derriere to meet each and every spank. Every so often, Zak would stop to give her stinging ass cheeks a gentle squeeze, which in combination with his finger on her clit, had her panting with pleasure. She thought for sure she was going to come any number of times, but each time, her husband would stop teasing her clit and focus solely on the spanking. God, he was so good at that.

  Then, all at once, Zak stopped spanking her. Dismayed, Daphne immediately gave him a questioning glance over her shoulder, only to catch her breath when she saw him reaching for
the wooden bath brush they kept in the shower. Her pulse skipping a beat, she turned back to face the wall again and waited.

  But instead of spanking her with the bath brush right away like Daphne thought, her husband gently began to rub her tingling bottom with the soft bristles. Even though it seemed to intensify the sting left from the spanking, it felt incredibly delicious at the same time, and she let out a sigh of pleasure. The sensations of the bristles and the anticipation of what the backside of the brush would feel like on her ass were making her pussy purr.

  As he continued to make slow, gentle circles on her ass cheeks with the brush, Zak lowered his head to press a kiss to her neck. Wanting more, Daphne wiggled her bottom in time with the circular motions he was making and was rewarded with a sharp smack on her right cheek with the business-end of the bath brush.

  “Owwwww!” she squealed, jumping a little at the sting it left.

  Although the brush didn’t necessarily hurt any more than his hand had, somehow it seemed more intense. Maybe it was the loud smack that the brush made as it connected with her bottom

  Chuckling softly, Zak rubbed the offended area with the smooth side of the bath brush before bringing it down on her other cheek. Daphne let out another squeal of protest, but the sound was lost as the bath brush connected with her ass cheeks again and again. Heedless of the slippery tile beneath her feet, Daphne danced from one foot to the other and she was grateful when Zak wrapped his arm around her waist to steady her. Of course, the downside of him holding onto her was that she couldn’t wiggle nearly as much, so she was at his mercy as he peppered her bottom with sharp, rhythmic smacks.