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But not in this fantasy.

In this fantasy I imagined her getting me off first, hard and fast.Afterthat, I would build her fervor, getting her wet and slippery until her legs were shaking and she was begging me to let her come. Which I would, of course I would.

As soon as she told me her real fucking name.

The inappropriateness of my fantasies plagued me, coaxed me, threatening both shame and ecstasy. But that’s all they were. Fantasies. They wouldn’t deter me and I would never act on them. I was a good man.

“Get me the blue Band-Aid, Chase,” she demanded.

This woman.

Carefully, I put ‘Teddy’ down on top of the bar. It wasn’t staffed as Lueur’s employees were all busy clearing the mess she’d made on the main table. Francis had reached his limit and called an end to tonight’s festivities.

Apropos of nothing, my scammer piped up, “Just to be clear, Chase, I didn’t nickname you Daddy Long Legs because you’re a spider.”

“Observant.”

“Or because you’re taller than me.”

“Everyone is taller than you.” I picked up a bandage—blue, as she’d demanded—and peeled it.

“Calling someone Daddy is a sex thing,” she explained.

I couldn’t help it. I snorted.

She kept talking. “It’s stuff like, ‘Mmm, pull my hair, Daddy,’ or, ‘Ooh, spank me if I misbehave, Daddy.’” She used a breathy little voice for her examples, eyes sparkling.

She wanted to shock me.

She thought I was flustered, overwhelmed.

She had no fucking idea.

“Maybe, ‘Choke me, Daddy,’ for some people,” she continued thoughtfully. “I don’t like hands around my throat, personally. But I don’t mind somethingdownmy throat…” She misattributed the color on my cheeks and grinned. “Oh no, have I embarrassed you? I’m sorry, Chase!” She patted my hand in a gentle, insincere way.

The need to shock her, to turn the tables on her, was so visceral that I could taste it. I wanted to see surprise washing those pretty features, and maybe a whisper of alarm. I wanted her to stop looking at me like I was some kind of… pet.

Saying anything was a bad idea, but if there was one thing this candy-haired tyrant excelled at, besides ruining dinner parties, it was eroding my better judgment.

I took my time applying her bandage and stowing the wrapper in my pocket—because I hated people who littered. Carefully I ran the zipper around the side of the first aid kit, making sure everything was tidied away so that the staff at Lueur didn’t have anything additional to clean at the end of the night.

When I was finished, I leaned down so my mouth was beside the soft skin under her ear and said in a low voice, “If I spanked you every time you misbehaved, the only thing redder than my hand would be your ass.”

Her mouth fell open.

For good measure I added, “Brat.”

She made a small gasping sound, as if she’d forgotten to breathe.

Satisfaction roared in my chest, tangling with hunger and need.

Got her.

CHAPTER 14

CAROLINE

Chase was—He’d just— He said?—

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