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“Fucking my ass,” she gasped, throwing back her head with a cry as he slapped the side of her hip. “T-taking m-my naughty bottom hole,” she quickly amended while he chuckled, low and dark. His thrusts quickened.

God, it was all she could feel. In and out. Big as hell, and pounding into her until it was all she could do not to push back against him, desperate to race him into the intensity of the pleasure now building hot inside her.

He caught her clit, pinching sharply and that pleasure erupted inside her.

“Oh, my God!” She shook, shoving back hard until he was pounding into her every bit as hard as he’d punished her pussy. If this was punishment, she had no hope of ever being Daddy’s good little girl. She liked it. She liked the burn, the hurt, the steady spanking assault of his hips now pounding into the pillow of her ass, his strength and weight now gradually forcing her down to her belly on the bed.

Her inner walls grasped him, fluttering on the waves of her climax, and he rammed into her in return. The force of his thrusts peaked several rough seconds later when he came too, shouting out her name as he slammed home, hips grinding into her punished buttocks until he’d exhausted every last twitch of his orgasm.

Stroking her back, he rested long enough to get his ragged breathing under control, and then shoved back off both her and the bed. Too exhausted to move, she watched him walk into the attached bath. She heard the water in the sink running. He reemerged moments later, already buttoning himself back into his jeans. A washcloth in his hand, he gently cleaned her up, then leaned down and kissed the small of her back as he ran his hand lovingly over her well-spanked and now well-fucked bottom.

“Relax now, baby. I need to do the incident and follow-up report, but I want you to close your eyes and get some sleep.”

“Thom?” she called softly, lifting her head when he started to walk away. “Can I come sit with you? I’ll try to sleep, but…”

“You just want me close?” he asked with a smile.

She nodded.

“No, I’d rather you actually nap. But I’ll get the laptop and come sit next to you on the bed.”

She smiled. “Thanks, Daddy.”

He walked back to the bed and kissed her gently. “You’re welcome, baby.”

Chapter

Fourteen

Thom grabbed the laptop and double checked the security feed. He could log on from the bedroom as well but when it came to Fariq, who would surely be looking for payback, there was no time like the present. Nor was there any such thing as being too careful, especially since he and Avery had just put themselves right at the top of his primary targets list.

Everything was quiet, both outside and as he walked back into the bedroom. Stretched out on her stomach, Avery was fast asleep. When he climbed into bed beside her, with his back propped on pillows and the laptop balanced on his thighs, she snuggled closer without waking.

Smiling, he stroked her hair and then turned his attention to filling out both the incident report for his kidnapping and for Avery’s unauthorized rescue mission. Thom glanced down at the naked, sleeping beauty at his side, and shook his head. There was no doubt in his mind that she would always be a handful. She was far too used to seeing what was needed and just doing it, regardless of the risk to herself. He’d had to punish her for that, but that didn’t mean a small part of him wasn’t also proud of her fearless warrior self.

The secure line phone vibrated on the bed next to him. It was Noah.

“She okay?” Noah asked.

“More or less.”

“More being from the bad guys and that stupid stunt, and less being from you getting after her?”

“Pretty much. How’s Zara?”

“Tired, sore, and on a short leash,” he growled.

Thom laughed. “My guess is their good buddy Finn is in about the same boat.”

“We picked up Ghazil and have him tucked away. He told us he can stay in touch with some of what’s going on from a secure location. I talked with Mac and John; the feeling is that Fariq may make an all-out assault on the firm. Mac wants everybody at home.”

“Not a problem. If you and Zara can get to the Welsh safe house, we’ll pick you up in the jet tomorrow at ten a.m.”

“Ghazil will be with us and we’ll be ready.”

Avery stirred just as Noah hung up. Leaning down, Thom kissed her shoulder.

“Is everything all right?” she asked in a voice heavy with sleep.

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