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He’s older. I fucking love that. He made fun of any guys I might have dated before I got here, insinuating they wouldn’t know a clit if it bit them. He’s probably right, but I wouldn’t know because I’ve never let anyone touch me.

Haden is the first man to stroke my pussy, and he left me lacking. He’s the first man I’ve ever wanted to touch me. The few guys I dated in high school and college never made me feel even half of what I feel when Haden is in the same room as me.

And my attraction for him has quadrupled in the past few hours.

I’m not sorry I confronted him and demanded that he spank me. I’m also not going to run. I don’t think he actually wants me to. He was testing me. Making it clear what he expects from a woman so that I have all the information I need to make an informed decision.

He’s hot for me. I know he is. That’s why he won’t toy with me. There won’t be a one-night stand with Haden. He’s an all-or-nothing kind of man. Take it or leave it.

He thinks I’m not ready for him. Those were his words. They imply that maybe I could be ready in the future, which means he thinks I have a submissive inside me, but that I’m not old enough, mature enough, or experienced enough to be certain.

Haden is wrong. I’m not going to back off. I’m going to pursue him until he gives me a chance. He says I’m feisty, and he’s not wrong. This is a challenge I won’t back down from.

Chapter 7

Haden

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I’m awake early. I didn’t get nearly enough sleep, but I need to move. I need to run. So I slip on my tennis shoes, down a premixed protein drink, and step out of the RV just after the sun comes up.

I’m not surprised to find Brody coming out the back door. We’ve always gone for an early-morning run when we’re both in the same house. If I’d been thinking last night, I would have asked him if I could join him this morning.

He jogs in my direction. “Join me?”

“Yep.” This is a horrible idea. If Brody knew where my head was and what I did last night…

We stretch in silence before taking off at a quick pace.

Brody nods toward the long drive. “I have a five-mile route.”

“Sounds good.” Lord knows I need the exercise. I spent the last few days traveling to get here. My legs are still stiff.

We start out in silence, but after a few minutes, Brody looks at me. “So… My sister.”

I nearly trip. Shit. “What about her?”

What does he know?

He chuckles. “Don’t play ignorant. I’ve known you for years. I saw the way you were watching her at dinner last night. Did you think you were discreet?”

I don’t have a clue how to respond. He doesn’t seem angry, but he might punch me at any moment. “I doubt you need to be concerned,” I finally say.

“Is that so?” His voice is jovial. He’s making light of this. I can’t read him. “From my perspective, she likes you. I don’t know why I didn’t notice it before yesterday. She nearly bolted out the back door when you arrived, and then she spent the entire afternoon showing you around the mansion. It had to be tedious for her. If I had made her listen to me talk about construction, electrical problems, and plumbing issues for more than a minute, she would have groaned and walked away.”

I glance at him. I won’t lie to him. “You know me. I’m too dominant for her.”

He shrugs, still keeping the pace. “Maybe. Maybe not. I do know you, but I don’t know what my sister prefers when it comes to men. I’ve never spoken to her about it.”

“I’d say she’s pretty innocent and extremely uninformed about alternative lifestyles.”

“And you told her this last night when she came out to the RV?” He smirks.

I flinch, tightening my jaw for a moment. “I did not ask her to do that.”

“I never said you did.”

“To answer your question, yes. I told her. I made it very clear that she’s too young and innocent for someone like me.” Abundantly clear.