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“But what about...”

He just waited. Shit. He was going to make her say it.

“I’m aroused.”

“Are you?” he asked silkily, coming towards her. “Spread your legs.”

Lordy. Lordy. She spread her legs.

“Wider,” he commanded.

She pushed them apart as far as she could without losing her balance. He cupped her mound then slid a finger through her folds. “My, my, someone liked having their bottom played with.” He leaned in and kissed her lightly as he withdrew his fingers. “But someone has also been naughty and naughty girls don’t get to come. Into bed you go.”

He prodded her along with a sharp smack to her ass. She climbed into bed grumpily.

“And just so you know, I would consider you playing with yourself very naughty behavior. And it would result in you being banned from orgasms for a week. And if you think I wouldn’t know, you are very mistaken.”

How was he always one step ahead of her? He handed her Boss Hog which she hugged to her chest as she curled up on her side, the plug seated deep in her ass. Then he tucked her in, turned off the lights and kissed her forehead.

“Night, night, baby girl. Sleep tight.”

“I’m going with you,” Abby insisted.

“You certainly are not. It’s too dangerous. You’ll stay here with Clint and Charlie. And you will mind my brother.” Kent narrowed his gaze at her.

“I will not. I’m not staying here while you go talk to Mr. Markovich on your own. I’m coming and that’s that.” She stomped her foot and glared up at him.

He pointed towards the corner of the living room. “Naughty corner. Now.”

He’d woken her up from her nap with his mouth on her pussy. She’d take a nap without arguing every day if she got woken up that way each time. Then he’d taken her from behind and as she’d lain there, curled in his arms, in a haze of satisfaction, she’d remembered to ask him if there was anything going on she needed to know about.

That’s when he told her about the meeting tonight.

“Kent!”

His gaze narrowed at her. “Corner. Now. And you just got ten for not obeying immediately.”

Grr. Sometimes he made her so mad! Part of her was telling her to give in to him. That she didn’t want to ever make him regret their relationship. She wasn’t a person who usually enjoyed fighting. She preferred to make people happy not mad.

But this was too important.

“Fifteen,” he said warningly.

She couldn’t believe how unreasonable he was being. But she found herself stomping over to the corner. Last thing she wanted was for it to turn to twenty. She pressed her nose to the corner.

“Stick that bottom out.”

She pushed her ass out, feeling herself growing red as she realized the sight she must make. She was naked. She still had the plug in from earlier. She hadn’t cleaned up from their love-making. She stood there in the corner and fumed, her mind racing for a way to make him see reason.

She had to go with him. This was her mess. No way was she letting him go fight her battles for her. It was tempting to let him do that. She was way out of her comfort zone. But Mr. Markovich wanted her there. What if he got angry with Kent if she wasn’t with him? She didn’t know what she would do if something happened to him.

“Abby, come here.”

Okay, his voice was as cold as she’d ever heard it and she shivered slightly. Turning, she watched him with trepidation.

“Are you mad at me, Daddy?” she asked in a small voice.

He was sitting on the bed, watching her. Suddenly he sighed. “I’m not mad, baby girl. Come here.”