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“You’re not going to love it when I turn you over my knee and you feel my palm against your bare ass.”
She shivered. “Oh, yes, I am. Never underestimate your effect on me, Clay Lexis. Now let me get this straight. If I refuse to give you my phone…you’re going to…spank me?” Her words ended on a rasp.
He closed his eyes and scrubbed a fingertip between his dark brows. His lips moved but no sound came out.
“Are you praying?”
“I’m counting.”
“You could use a little more patience. It seems necessary in your line of work.”
His eyes popped open and trained on her. She squeezed her thighs tighter.
When he held out a hand, palm up, she couldn’t help but envision the flat of it against her bare ass.
“Have you actually ever spanked a woman before?” she burst out.
His throat worked on a hard swallow. “Lark. Hand me your phone. Please,” he added.
Seeing that she wasn’t going to get out of this, she parted her thighs, aware that his gaze locked on the phone between them.
She plucked her phone out and placed it in his hand.
Long fingers curled around the device, spiking even more need inside her. “Thank you.” He thumbed the screen. “Give me your passcode.”
“0302. My mom’s birthday.”
His gaze flashed to hers. The depths darkened with shadows. “I’m sorry, Lark.”
She nodded. So many times over the years people acknowledged her loss, but she wasn’t a person who dwelled on the past. Having her mom’s birthday as her passcode was only a small tribute to the woman who gave her life without hovering over the fact her mom had made bad choices.
He pulled up the note app, and Lark held her breath. She was certain he’d take offense to a few of those—
He snapped his head up, reading, “‘Lexis doesn’t look like any vigilante of justice you’ve met. His stare alone strikes fear into the hearts of the criminals he seeks out.’” A question filled his voice as he read the words she’d typed.
“Uhh…”
He went on, “‘The cowboy hat he tugs low over his eyes is a signal to the corrupt and immoral to stop in their tracks and hand themselves over to the authorities.’ Is this how you see me? Are you frightened by me?”
“I’mnot afraid of you. Did I sound scared when you told me you’d spank me?” She cocked her head, studying him.
He blew out a noisy sigh through his nostrils. He held her stare for a beat before skimming the rest of her notes. Then he handed her the phone.
Shocked, she didn’t immediately reach for it. Tentatively, she took the device from his hand, letting her fingertips run over the small pebbles of callus at the base of his fingers.
Before she pulled her hand away, he closed his fingers around hers, phone and all. Her gaze flew to his.
“You should be more cautious,” he said.
“Of you or what I write?”
“Both.”
Extending her index finger, she stroked it over his thumb. The simple brush of flesh against flesh shouldn’t create a rush of lust in her, but her pussy squeezed.
“I’ll never be afraid of you, Clay. You’ll never hurt me.”
He didn’t shift his stare from hers when he ground out, “You don’t know what I’m capable of.”
