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away.
    “I said let go of me.”
    “Someone needs to beat some respect into you,” he said, his voice low and angry.
    “Respect for you?” She huffed. “You could use every whip in Denver, and I’d always think you are lower than dirt.”
    She tried to shake him off, but his grip was tight. “Let me go.”
    When he didn’t comply, she said, “What’s the matter, Carl, you still hung up on me? I’ve forgotten you. Trust me. So let go of my arm, I’ll leave, and the two of us never have to see each other again.”
    “You will call me Sir Carl.”
    “Not even if, as the old saying goes, hell freezes over.”
    “You little—” For a minute, she thought he was going to hit her. And then she looked over her shoulder.
    Logan Hendricks stood next to her, his anger evident.
    “Let go of my sub,” he said in what she thought of as his cop voice, deep and full of authority.
    “Your sub?” Carl glared at him. “I heard she was with no one.”
    “You heard wrong.” Logan nodded to where Carl’s hand grasped her arm. “You got two seconds to let her go before I get mad.”
    For a moment, Evelyn thought Carl was going to argue. But then he let her go. “She and I have unresolved issues, including her lack of respect. Make her call me Sir.”
    “You have to earn respect, Carl, and from what I hear, you didn’t. You come near my sub again, and you and I will have a problem.”
    “I can sue you for threatening me,” Carl said.
    “Not a threat, just an observation,” Logan responded.
    The two men stared at each other. After a moment, Logan put his arm around Evelyn. “Come on, Inky, let’s go outside.”
    She melted into his side, allowing him to lead her out the door and down the steps. The party was going strong, and quite a few people were milling around near the deck, smoking.
    Evelyn waved her hand through the fumes, and Logan grabbed her other hand and led her away from the crowd.
    “It’s cold out here,” she said.
    “Of course it is,” he answered. “It’s November in Colorado.”
    She stumbled over a rock, and he put his arm around her. When he did, Evelyn turned to him and put her hand on his neck. She pulled his face down and kissed him, using her tongue to lick his lips.
    “Thank you,” she said when the kiss broke. “I appreciate it.”
    “You’re drunk, Inky.” He stepped back, and this time it was him waving his hand around, right in front of her face. “I can smell it from here.”
    “I am.” She kissed him again, happy when he didn’t pull away again. “Would you like me to give you a blowjob as a thank you?”
    She put her hand on his crotch and applied a little pressure. She could feel his length under her touch. He was hard. Or so she thought. She pressed a little harder. Yup, he was definitely…tumescent. That’s a word a writer would use, she decided.
    “There’s a bench over there.” She pointed toward a tree. “No one will see us.”
    “Not tonight, Inky.” He grabbed her hand, and she laid her head on his chest.
    “Sorry, Lieutenant, I guess I’m really not your type.” She lifted her face, in the hopes that he might kiss her. But he didn’t.
    “Oh you are,” he responded. “But the first time my dick goes in your mouth, you’re going to be sober.”
    “Afraid I’ll bite ya?” she said with a laugh. “Or am I being too forward for you? You are, after all, a Dom.”
    She took a step away and made a curtsy. She tried to turn away from him, but he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close. He pinched her ass with his free hand, then slapped it.
    Evelyn gasped. “Lieutenant!” She wiggled her ass. “Do it again.”
    He kept her close to him, and she liked that.
    “Don’t ever tell me what to do, Evelyn.”
    She wiggled one more time. “Please?” She’d forgotten how good it felt to be swatted, to feel the sting of a large male hand on her bottom. Maybe she could bare her ass and that would tempt him. She was, after all, wearing a dress.