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With shockingly stealthy footsteps, I lunged soundlessly across the wood floors toward Amos’ bed. As I neared him, his deep, steady breathing filled me with courage. I silently fist pumped in the air.Hell yeah. I’d made it this far. The rest was easy.
I leaned over him, and there he was. Fast asleep, his lips slack and his thick eyelashes fanned out over his rigid cheekbones, Amos Brady lay vulnerable and ripe for attack.
If I hadn’t been trying to be stealthy, I would have cackled. I tipped the bear down over his hair and watched the gold liquid slide toward the opening.Yes, my Ursidae accomplice. Spill your brains all over his perfectly coiffed, silky hair.
A hand shot out from the blankets, and in a dizzying blur, I felt my body get tugged forward, rolled, and then something soft and springy cradled my back while a veryhardsomething else pinned me on top. My arms were wrenched above my head and the honey bear easily plucked from my grasp.
I drew in a startled breath, my world spinning. Then, I realized Dr. Brady had me straddled on his bed, his strong thighs pinning my hips in place and one of his hands clamping down on my wrists above my head.
After clicking on a dim bedside lamp, he held the honey bear at eye level, his hair mussed from sleep and his expression groggily confused. He had slept shirtless, of course, and I really had no choice but to get a perfectly comprehensive view of his toned abs and chest. The man was cut from stone, rippled and deeply etched in all the right places.
I wriggled, trying to escape. Amos pressed my wrists into the mattress. “Don’t bother.” He glanced from the honey down to me, closing the lid with a snap. “What are you doing in my cabin, Matthews?”
I blinked, fighting hard against the drunken stupor that clogged my thoughts like cotton balls in my ears.Okay, June. Think. You can talk your way out of this one. Be clever. Be shrewd.“Thass honey,” I slurred.
Amos leaned down, the heady aroma of sleepy male and freshly shampooed hair wafting over me as he angled his mouth toward mine. I inhaled sharply, my stomach contracting.
He sniffed. Then he leaned back slightly. “You’re drunk.”
“I am,” I agreed solemnly.
“And what were you doing with the honey bear?” he asked, his husky voice filled with curiosity.
Well, there wasn’t much use in denying it. “I… was gonna put it in your hair,” I breathed, struggling again against the tightness of his grip. “So… so the bugs would eat you.”
He stared, his face unreadable. I gave him a sheepish smile.
Amos was silent for a few beats, his eyes flicking up and down the length of me, and then he leaned in again, so close, his breath tickled my lips with a cinnamon-scented puff. “Did anyone spank you growing up, June?”
My jaw dropped.Ohhhhhh shit,I thought.I did it. I broke him. He’s going to hit me and it’s because I broke him.“No,” I said, the word strangled. I pulled away from him as far as the mattress would allow.
“I didn’t figure,” he mused darkly, his gaze burning my skin with its scrutiny.
A far off, buried voice from the depths of my personal depravity whispered,let him. Spank me.I went rigid, staring at him with wide eyes, frozen by the shock of my own thoughts and the fascinating way he was inspecting every inch of my body under his hold. He retreated a fraction again, and the light from the bedside table caught on the scar below his bottom lip. I wondered dimly what had caused the little silver line that slashed through his stubble.
Amos rotated the bear in his free hand, considering it. “And what do you think I should do with you, Matthews? Now that I have you here in my bed.”
I gasped audibly, outraged. “What doesthatmean?” I paused, settling my eyes on his strong hand. “What, you’re going to spank me?”
“Do you want me to?” he asked, his voice equal parts amusement and something else. Something hot.
“Prob—probably not.”
“Probablynot?” he challenged.
“Definitely not,” I lied.
“Hm,” he hummed. He returned his attention to the honey still in his hand. “I think it makes more sense to just return the favor. Don’t you?”
“What favor?” I asked stupidly.
He popped open the lid with this thumb.
I made a muted shrieking noise before kicking my legs in an attempt to escape. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Language, Matthews,” he chided. He tipped the bottle, letting a stream of honey drizzle from the nozzle.
It hit my bare midriff, glazing my skin with cold stickiness. I huffed, my stomach contracting as I fought the manacle-like hold above my head. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” I pleaded, ending the word on a screech. “I didn’t even get you!”
