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stick - one she desperately wanted a bite of. But then again, she’d always been a sucker for a well-developed chest. And that wasn’t even getting to the faded denim cupping his thick thighs, and the tempting bulge between them, while the wind tousled his dark hair.
    If only he’d let the ‘me Dom, you submissive’ shit drop, I could kick these needs back into the corner and find some random guy to fuck and go back to lusting after him from afar.
    “However, a Dom can choose to be merciful with a new submissive, and I’m just tired enough to let things go for tonight.” His eyes glittered with banked desire. “But come tomorrow, we will deal with consequences of your actions.”
     
     
     

 
     
     
    Chapter Two
     
    Mmmm.
    The heat draped over him, along with the familiar cinnamon-vanilla scent teased Deacon’s nose as the tempting package nestled next to him burrowed closer. Another low rumble of pleasure escaped him as his morning wood made a pronounced statement by thickening under the sleek thigh his sub had tossed over his lap. He normally didn’t sleep with his subs, but she was different. She was more than a quick lay…and always had been.
    Opening his eyes when she mumbled his name, he watched her then slip back to sleep. He blinked once, then twice against the bright sunlight streaming through the open veranda doors. The last vestiges of sleep fell away and his brain clicked on. Without lifting his head, he stared down at the honey blonde tresses spread across his chest and wanted to crow. He’d finally gotten Bethany where he wanted her – in his arms and bed. Now, he just had to figure out how to keep her there until he’d sated his need for her.
    Especially after spending eighteen hours in airports.
    He’d honestly hoped his reminder after their scene would keep her from fleeing, but he knew his friend too well. All he had to do was look into those gorgeous eyes of hers to know their unexpected sexual connection scared her shitless. He’d had subs orgasm before during a barehanded spanking, but never like his little Bethany. It was almost as if she’d been on the razor’s edge even before he’d touched her. She hadn’t just come, she’d imploded – rocking him to the core of his very dominant soul. Her cries of shocked pleasure had called to the hidden part of him that every other sub had never touched during his numerous scenes.
    Which should scare the hell out of me, instead of whetting my appetite for more. Now I have to figure out how to punish her without scaring her off.
    Letting his hand stroke down her spine, he turned the problem over in his mind. He loved being a Dom, but at this particular moment he almost wished he could be a vanilla man – that he could just seduce her into seeing him – to staying at his side. Because sure as the sun rose in the east, Bethany wasn’t going to be happy when he dealt out her punishment after breakfast.
    But she was warned about running - and the consequences if she did.
    Of course, his dick - the traitor, throbbed hard at the thought of tying her to the bed, and torturing her body until she was wet down to her knees with her desire. A bounty he’d love to lap up if it weren’t for the fact it was punishment.
    “Mmmmm….Deacon?” Her voice was sleepy as if she were lingering on the edge between slumber and wakefulness.
    He tightened his arms around her. “Shhh, it’s still early, little one. You can sleep for a little longer.”
    “Mmmm…kay…” Her breath evened out, teasing his nipple.
    He continued to rub her back, savoring the quiet of the morning and having his sweet sub nestled against him.
    * * * *
    “Excuse me?” Bethany’s cheeks warmed as she stared at Deacon. She’d just loaded the dishwasher with their breakfast dishes. Sitting at the small table in the corner, he crossed his arms over his chest and stared at her. Surely, she hadn’t heard him right. Seriously – he hadn’t just asked her to strip and put her