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The first time, I’d thought he’d just threatened me to shock me, but now his jaw was so firmly set that I knew he was dead serious. His gaze, intense and focused, bore into mine, leaving little room for any question in my mind. The straight line of his shoulders and the subtle tension in his posture hinted at a man accustomed to absolute authority, and that now included me, too.
“You can’t mean that,” I breathed.
“I mean every single word,” he countered.
“I just met you last night. I’m not going to move in with you,” I scoffed.
He sat across from me and crossed one leg over the other. He appraised me with a heated look and cocked his head.
“Then I think it’s time we went upstairs, don’t you?” he replied, his voice so low and raspy that it sent a shiver of need straight down my spine.
The tension was so thick between us that I could cut it with a knife.
Sure, I could storm out of here in anger, but that wouldn’t get me any closer to my goal. Plus, there was a part of me that was insatiably curious about what he was threatening.
Already, my clit was throbbing, and my thighs were pressing together with need. I pulled at the edges of my leather jacket, trying to hide my breasts as best as I could, but as he gazed back at me, it was as if he could see right through me.
Did he know he was turning me on?
I didn’t want to run out of here. A flicker of desire danced in his eyes, and as he leaned slightly forward, the lines of his body called to me, and I couldn’t stop my eyes from feasting on the sight of him. The air seemed charged with a potent combination of attraction and tension, and I found myself captivated by the way his gaze was roaming up and down my body. My breath caught in the back of my throat as his eyes darkened with subtle intensity.
He wanted me, too.
I licked my lips, and his gaze followed my tongue’s journey. He offered me his hand and I stared down at the rough planes of his palm. For a moment, I hesitated, but then I took a chance.
I reached out and brushed my fingers against his.
A fiery spark of desire burst through me, from nothing more than his touch, and I knew I’d made the right choice. His fingertips closed around my hand, and he stood up, gently pulling me up out of my seat and towards him. I held my breath, my pulse echoing in my ears as my heart went pitter patter in my chest.
“Yes,” I breathed.
The heat in his gaze had turned molten, and it turned my legs to jelly as he took a step towards the back of the shop. The rest of the world fell away as he led me through a back doorway, up a flight of stairs, and into an extravagant apartment. My heartbeat quickened as his grasp tightened around my hand.
“Do you live here?” I whispered, almost as if I was afraid of disturbing such a beautiful place.
“I moved in here some time ago to be closer to my mom,” he answered softly, “but that’s not why we’re up here, is it, little girl?”
“No,” I whispered, feeling small and vulnerable and incredibly needy all at the same time.
He pulled me against his chest and lifted his other hand to brush a lock of hair out of my face. His tender touch made my breath stick in the back of my throat as I lifted my eyes up to meet his.
“Why are we up here?”
“I…”
“I gave you a chance to stay here with me and you fought me, didn’t you, little girl?”
“Yes,” I said, feeling a rush of heat flare up over my face. My shoulders bowed inward, and my head dropped. Without missing a beat, his finger slipped underneath my chin and lifted it up so that I was looking at him once again, which only made me feel that much smaller.
My core squeezed tight, my own desire simmering to life deep in my belly whether I wanted it to or not.
“What should happen to a naughty little girl who fights with the man who is simply trying to protect her?” he pressed.
The languid heat in his voice caught me by surprise, and I took in a sharp breath. I curled my fingers and then spread them out as my cheeks burned. Fidgeting from one foot to the other, I opened my mouth, and nothing came out.
Hot embarrassment sliced through me. It was one thing for him to say the words, but it was another thing entirely for me to say them. I tried a few times and failed, but he stood there and waited patiently, his face expectant. For some reason, it made me eager to please him, and I opened my mouth and made one more attempt.
“A…sp… spa… spanking,” I finally managed.
