Page 162 of Theirs to Corrupt

He’s been wonderful, letting me adjust to my new life. But he’s asked if I’m okay serving as his hostess at a party this holiday season.

As long as all I have to do is memorize names and be gracious, I’m fine with it. Though I did negotiate for a spa day at the Uptown Sterling before the evening’s festivities.

If he wants to spoil me, I’ll let him do it on my terms.

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee reaches me, finally dragging me out of the warm bed. With another yawn, I pad to the bathroom for my silky robe and knot the belt as I walk down the stairs.

Sunlight is streaming through the large windows, which means it’s later than I originally thought.

I adore weekends because both men adjust their schedules so we have some family time. Though they both generally work on Saturdays, they go in late. But I appreciate them leaving the house because it gives me time to catch up on my studies.

In the kitchen, there’s a box of bagels on the counter, along with a to-go cup from my favorite coffee shop.

Pax must have slipped out early. I smile at the thought of him—this strong, stoic man—braving lines at two stores to make me happy.

Link is dressed in a white shirt with the sleeves turned back oh-so sexily. He’s seated at the island, his laptop open in front of him, and he’s scrolling through what I assume are emails.

He looks up as I enter, and he allows his gaze to meander down my body, reminding me of everything we’d done in our dungeon last night. He smiles, and I blush, looking down.

“Morning, little dove.”

Even now, the way he says that makes my heart flutter.

“Morning.”

“No adverse effects from your spanking?”

“None.” Though when I slide onto my chair, I wince a little. “Well, maybe one or two.”

“Let me look.”

I open my mouth to ask if he’s serious, but he immediately arches an eyebrow in what I now think of as his Dom look.

Without sighing, because that might earn me a reprimand, I slip off my seat, turn my back to him, and lift the hem of my robe as I bend over.

He doesn’t just look; he uses his hands, even parting my buttocks. “Link!”

“You’ve got a couple of tiny marks. I’ll get the arnica.”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

He flips the robe down. “Did I ask your opinion?”

I hold my sigh until he’s out of the room entirely.

Then, grinning, I pick up my coffee.

The stuff they brew would be fine, especially since they keep hazelnut creamer in the refrigerator for me. But this is a wonderful treat.

When he returns, he tells me to put my hands on the counter, and he massages the cream into a couple of tender spots. “Thank you,” I say when he’s done.

“Self-serving,” he admits, capping the tube.

“Need to make sure I’m ready for tonight and tomorrow?”

“Exactly.” He gives me a long, lazy kiss that makes me hungry for him right now.

When he releases me, I take my seat again, and he returns to his. Then I enjoy another sip of my amazingly strong, sweet drink. If my guess is right, Pax added an extra shot of espresso to my order, and I glance at the printed ticket on it. I’m right. But then I catch the name on the label, Princess Tessa.

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