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“Yes, Daddy.” He liked it when I called him that last time. I’m not going to stop.
“Good girl. I promise I’ll make it worth it, Sparks.” He winks at me and steps back to shut the door.
Oh lordy. How will I survive until Tuesday? I’m already ready to explode!
Chapter 5
Blaze
By Monday,I’m supercharged. I’ve worked two more shifts with my little pyro, and I can’t wait to get my hands on her again.
I may have told Lia not to touch herself, but I didn’t hold myself to the same standard. And believe me, it was for everyone’s highest good. The team does not need a blue-balled captain running the show. I figure I’m doing the city a favor by jerking off twice a day to relieve the pressure.
Every time I even think about what’s going to happen Tuesday I get a boner the size of Lady Liberty. I’m also putting most of my mental energy into planning the date. Yeah, I’m calling it a date.
It’s the best kind of fantasy date I can imagine.
I guess that makes me the kinky motherfucker my ex-fiancée Samantha always accused me of being.
I have some weird dominance kink. Sure, I’m an alpha male in all aspects of my life. And I’m definitely protective—over-protective is what Samantha called me. But I’m also... kinked. Not sadistic. Not really. But spanking a girl gets me harder than a rock.
And I fucking love the idea of spanking her for real. Not just a couple slaps as foreplay, but a full-on punishment. The kind that leaves her begging for mercy and wide-eyed with submission.
Don’t try to get me to explain why.
There is no why.
It’s just the way I’m wired.
And before I saw the way Lia lit up over the idea of punishment, I thought it made me a sick bastard. That’s why she’s almost too good to be true. That’s why I can’t leave the girl alone, despite the risk to my career.
Because it’s like the moment I recognized the twin flame in her, the ember of mine flared to life. I’d been smothering it. Starving it for oxygen.
But suddenly it seemed acceptable. Not just acceptable—actually welcomed. A thing to be enjoyed. A thing that could give Lia pleasure.
And that gave me the headiest power rush I’ve ever had.
Possibly even more than saving lives or putting out fires.
I’m tempted to get her alone today, whisper all the dirty things I want to do to her, but I can’t risk it. It’s bad enough it’s my night to cook and she’s hanging around like she wants to help.
I chose ribs. It’s my favorite and can’t be ruined easily by the inevitable call because it’s a slow bake in the oven. The worst for ruined dinner is steak. Or pasta. If a call comes in while you’re in the middle of cooking those, you can just kiss your meal goodbye.
I unwrap the first package of meat, rinse it and slap it down on a huge sheet of tinfoil.
“Captain’s going all out tonight,” Rocket observes, stripping the husk off the two dozen ears of corn we bought. The guys like to give me shit because ribs are expensive and we all split the cost of food, but I know they love it.
Lia hovers a few feet away. I register her presence viscerally, as I’m sure every male in the station does. It’s like I come alive around her, the alpha male in me eager to show off, stake my claim, throw down the competition. I haven’t felt this way in a long time. After Samantha, and the heartbreak of losing my little ready-made family unit, complete with a kid, I guess I wrote off women. Which is pretty lame considering I’m only thirty-six.
“So you gonna graduate me from dish duty tonight or what?” she demands. Her voice is sultry, like honeyed iced tea on a hot day.
I turn and frown, only because I sense an actual smile wanting to appear. Lord knows it would break my face.
“No rookies in the kitchen,” Rocket says flatly.
Our official rule is that newbies aren’t allowed to cook. They’re given dish duty. Cooking for the team is something they work up to as the trust builds. It strikes me as an idiotic rule at the moment.
“If you want to help me, you can,” I find myself saying.
