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I shake my head because he’s misunderstanding. “I’m not afraid of you, Maceo. I’m afraidforyou. You seem hell-bent on taking this guy out. I don’t want anything to happen to you,” I express, cupping his chiseled face with one hand.
Maceo leans into my palm before taking my hand and bringing it to his lips for a kiss. “You don’t need to worry about me, Pixie,” he reassures me with tenderness in his eyes.
“Maceo, Idoworry about you. Don’t tell me not to worry when you admit a goal in your life is to take down a drug lord you have some vendetta against. It’s a fuckingdrug lordfor crying out loud, not someone selling crack on the corner,” I spit, suddenly pissed at him.
Maceo grin’s at me. “You’re too fucking cute when you get all riled up.”
“I mean it, Maceo. Don’t you dare do anything stupid and get yourself killed, because I will never forgive you if I have to live without you.” I try to push him off me. He doesn’t budge an inch. He’s ridiculously massive compared to my scrawny ass.
He chuckles and leans in to run his nose along my neck before bringing his lips to mine. “No worries, baby. I’ll be completely methodical and calculated when I take him out, like I was with everyone before him. I won’t be leaving your sassy ass until we’re both very old and gray.”
“Maceo—”
“Let’s get cleaned and go out,” he says, interrupting me and pulling me up with him. Maceo said this Esteban guy has been a torn in his side all his life, but what does he mean? I want to argue, to find out where this long-lasting feud stems from, but my stomach is growling and I hope ‘go out’ translates to ‘get food.’
Maceo playfully slaps my bottom, making me giggle as we hurry into the bathroom. Once we enter, Maceo lets out a low whistle and spins around, taking in the oasis I created.
“Now, this is what I’m fucking talking about,” he says appreciatively of the spa. “How many shower heads are in this thing?”
I turn the shower on to blast hot water. “One rain shower head and eight body spray jets. I couldn’t afford much when I moved here because I was investing everything into my business. Hence, I’m in this tiny condo. But the one thing I insisted on was an updated kitchen and bathroom. I gutted, framed, dry walled, and installed everything myself. Anything to save a couple bucks without compromising on luxury.”
Maceo smiles as he pulls me into the shower. “I love it when you talk shop.”
We make quick work of getting clean, but as I get out to towel off, Maceo remains under the water, soaking in as much pleasure as he can.
“I can always update the presidential suite to something like this if you want. I can help you install everything if you don’t want to invest any more money,” I offer.
Maceo smiles to himself while still in the shower. “‘Presidential suite.’” He chuckles.
“Let’s stop by the build site after we’re done here. I need to walk you through everything and see if it meets your standards. Punk has been very useful while you were away, calling the shots when I needed a decision to be made, but you should go over it yourself. The further we get in the build, the harder and more expensive it gets when you choose to make changes. I also need to grab my purse and car anyway,” I suggest. “Oh, and no more spanking me in front of my crew. It was humiliating.”
Maceo looks over at me, amused. “Did you enjoy it, Pixie?”
I blush. “That’s beside the point. I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable on the job.”
Maceo’s eyes darken. “What? You mean make them jealous of what I have and they don’t?”
I point a finger at him. “Now you’re being possessive again. You need to cut it out. And no, I don’t mean ‘make them jealous.’ I don’t want anyone to feel like our displays of affection are offensive.”
He gives me a deadpan look. “Baby, if I act possessive it’s because I feel like another dude is challenging me.”
“No one is challenging you, Maceo. It’s in your head.”
He snorts. “Clearly, you can’t see how every male looks at you. But I will do my best to refrain from paddling your glorious globe while you’re at work. I’m gonna be honest though, you may need to remind me not to slap your ass in public. When it’s there in front of me, my hand just wants to reach out and grab it or spank it. And I’m sorry for embarrassing you. I don’t want you to think I don’t respect you when I do. Clearly, I was out of line.”
Good.I’m glad he’s at least acknowledging he was wrong and apologizing.
Maceo’s eyes roam over my body. “But back to my original question, did you enjoy me spanking you?”
“Yes. No. I mean, yes, but not in front of others.”Are we actually talking about this?
Maceo grins mischievously. “Would you let me do it again?”
Embarrassed, I cross my arms to fold in on myself. “Is spanking a fetish of yours?”
Maceo’s response is a wink.
Oh boy. I think back to how if felt when his hand slapped my ass. It hurt a little, but it did turn me on. “Fine, yes, I would let you do it again, but I’m not into S&M. I’ll let you get a little rough, but I draw the line at welts.”
