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“You’re just trying to be an ass,” she snapped, bending down to pick up the towel, but he kicked it away from her grasp.

“I don’t have to try hard, I’m told. But I think it’s what you like—you don’t have to guess with me. I tell you the truth, and I don’t sugarcoat anything.”

“I’m cold.” She reached again for the towel.

“Hmm, first you take away my razor, and now you’re lying?”

Melinda stood with her toes touching his. “You like seeing me naked? Fine. Have a good look at my ass while I walk away from you.” She swayed her hips as she sauntered out of the bathroom.

Oh, she was going to get exactly what she wanted. He’d played with little brats before, and she was definitely itching for a spanking.

He made his way into the bedroom and found her standing at the foot of the bed, her hands on her hips. Her robe lay on the bed only a few inches from her, but she hadn’t put it on.

“If you wanted a spanking to warm up, all you had to do was ask.”

She laughed. “I’m not— That’s not— Why would I—”

He opened the dresser drawer and pulled out a small round paddle and a hairbrush then placed them side by side on the bed.

“Pick.”

“What?” She glanced up at him then the implements.

“You wanted to play, so let’s play. Pick the one you want.” He folded his arms across his chest and dropped his chin. Intimidation wouldn’t work with her, he already knew, but he so loved the way she worried at her lip when he glowered at her.

Looking like a kid who’d gotten caught staring at a naughty magazine, she fidgeted in front of him.

“Ten seconds to choose, or I’ll use both, and this gets a little less fun.”

She didn’t have a choice here. She was getting her ass smacked if only because he wanted to do it. Which would be a problem if she didn’t love it that way, too.

“Ten, nine, eight...”

“Fine!” She snatched up the hairbrush and thrust it at him.

He took the brush from her and grabbed her hand, spinning her around and bending her over his arm. She struggled to get her footing right, but he wasn’t waiting. He brought the brush down hard on her ass again and again.

Melinda cried out, but he continued. She danced from one foot to the other, but she wasn’t going anywhere.

“Little brats get their asses tanned,” he said as he continued to spank her ass, his cock hardening to point of pain at the sight before him.

“I wasn’t—”

“Yes, you were.” He smacked her again and again until she stopped struggling. Tossing the brush to the bed, he used his hand to massage and rub her bright-red ass.

“You don’t have to pick a fight with me, Melinda. I’ll always be willing to see this ass wiggle over my lap, strapped to my bed, or bent over a table.” He cupped her ass cheek and squeezed.

She stiffened. Ah, he’d struck the truth. She would never be able to fully hide from him, but she wasn’t quite ready to accept it. For now, he’d take what she could give him.

His fingers slipped between her thighs, finding her wet and wanting.

“I want you on your knees.” He pushed her to the floor. Bright-green eyes looked up at him. No tears and no more indecision. He’d broken through the wall and found the other side.

He caressed her cheekbone with his thumb. “Sweet girl. When will you stop trying to hide from me?”

She didn’t say a word, but she didn’t need to. Her hands flattened on his thighs, just below the hem of his boxers.

“If you want something, you ask.” He traced the shell of her ear with his finger.

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