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I winced. "I know it was stupid – "
"More than a little."
I shot Brewer a look and poked him in the ribs. He flinched with a laugh and caught my hand.
"You'd already been shot because of me," I countered. "And I couldn't just sit around – "
"Sweetheart, it wasn't your fault."
"Yeah, well, I wanted to do something to fix my mess."
Brewer hummed, toying with my fingers.
"How did that work out for you?"
I narrowed my eyes at him. "You're mocking me."
He chuckled. "A little bit."
"Bastard."
Brewer laughed – a beautiful, deep, rich sound that I would never get tired of hearing as long as I lived. He trailed his hands down my bare back, curving over my ass with a squeeze.
"I brought it up," he said, "because you haven't been punished for it yet."
The breath rushed out of me and I squeaked, "What?"
In the blink of an eye, Brewer twisted, laying me out on the mattress, grinning down at me like a smug cat. God, he was gorgeous like this, his dark hair rumpled from the sheets, his smile playful and sexy, naked as the day he was born.
"Are you going to be a good girl and take your punishment quietly?" Brewer asked. He kissed the back of my hand before bracketing my wrists in his fingers and pinning my arms above my head.
A thrill of excitement shot through me and I wiggled under him. I could feel him growing hard already.
"Make me," I said.
Brewer growled a laugh, lowering his head to pepper kisses between my breasts, punctuated by the scrape of his teeth to make me gasp.
"Careful what you wish for, sweetheart."
