Page 91 of Daddy's Arms


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“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Those piercing blue eyes she’d been trying so hard not to think about during the drive to the beach hardened at her question. “Saving you from killing yourself, as far as I can tell.”

“I wasn’t drowning, you neanderthal. Put me down!”

He didn’t put her down. He didn’t so much as pause in his trek across the sand. “You meant to stay under the water for almost two minutes?”

Shit. Had she really been under that long? No wonder she’d felt like she was going to pass out. Not that she had any intention of letting him know how close she’d come. Tilting her chin up, she gave him her best defiant glare. “Yes. I knew exactly what I was doing.”

A muscle in his jaw jumped and her heart responded in kind. “Well. That makes my choice an easy one.”

“You mean the choice to put me down? Yeah, it’s pretty easy.”

The man had the nerve to smirk at her. “I wouldn’t be so eager for that to happen, if I were you.”

“Why not?”

“Because as soon as I put you down, you’re going right over my knee so I can paddle some sense into that damn thick skull of yours.”

Thank god she was already drenched from her dip in the ocean. Otherwise, she was certain he’d feel her arousal soaking through her bathing suit bottoms.

She was so distracted by her body’s response to his words, it took her brain a moment to catch up. When it did, she went rigid in his arms. “You can’t spank me, Bryant Monroe!”

“Watch me.” Without missing a beat, he stalked up the stairs of the beach house to the room she’d claimed as her own less than thirty minutes earlier. In a move she might have appreciated under different circumstances, he sat on the edge of her bed and flipped her facedown over his lap in one sweeping move.

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