There’s only one place he wouldbe going this time of night that was so important he couldn’t tell me first, and I’menragedI’m not going with him.
I finish my call with the diplomat and hurry upstairs to check on the kids and dismiss the female agent. Then I call Chris on his personal cell, and it goes to voice mail after five rings.
Goddammit!
I storm into our bedroom just to see the screen go dark on his personal cell,where it’s sitting on the charger on his dresser.
Of fucking course.
His work phone is there, too.
I know I couldliterallyorder his detail to turn around and bring him back right fucking now, but if I do that, it’ll cause even more problems. The situation’s bad enough.
Adding a headline likePRESIDENT SAMUELS PITCHES WORLD-CLASS TEMPER TANTRUM IN MARITAL SPATwouldn’t be helpful inanyknownuniverse.
I go take a shower, where I slide to the floor, sobbing, wishing I didn’t feel somotherfucking.
Goddamned.
Helpless.
* * * *
It’s almost four a.m. when the bedroom door opens. Chris slips into the bedroom and heads toward the bathroom.
“How is he?”
He stops and turns toward the bed. “Bad.”
I sit up without switching on the light. “Why didn’t you tell me you were going?”
“Ifyou hadn’t bratted on me after dinner—”
“Whoa. I didn’t brat—”
“Shae.” Something raw and wounded and ragged in his tone pulls me up short. “Ican’tdo this, baby. Not right now. I justcan’t. I can’t be meandbe Sir to you. I’m sorry. Kev needs me right now, and the kids, and everything else we have going on. I’m sorry I’m not him.”
I’m wearing one of Kev’s T-shirts that he’d left here lastweek and smells like him. I climb out of bed and walk over to him. He’s wearing jeans and a black tee and smells like—
Lube.
I guess I snapped? Next thing I know, I’m facedown over the edge of the bed and getting my bare ass spanked and my face shoved into the mattress with his other hand on the back of my head.
Not a fun-time spanking, either.
Like the sadist is well and truly back in thehouse at this moment.
He fists my hair and holds me down with it as he kicks my feet apart and steps between my thighs..
How twisted am I that I know I’m wet right now? That despite the serious fucking spanking he just gave me, I’m…
Reallyfucking wet.
“Thiswhat you wanted, girl?” he hoarsely breathes in my ear, “Because it’s what you’re getting. It’s all I got in me right now.” I feel himfumbling with his belt with his other hand, and I don’t know what fucking prompts me to say it, because yeah, thisiswhat I wanted, actually.
“Red.”
The fist in my hair tightens. I feel his breath against my cheek. “If you really fucking mean it, Shae, say it again. Otherwise, keep your goddamned mouthshutunless I’m shoving my cock into it.”
