Page 50 of Daddy's Wild Girl

She visibly flinched. Fuck. He either needed to get her down from there or get himself up there.

“I need you to come down.”

“I like to watch the sunrise from up here. It calms me.”

Corbin sighed. “Fine, then.” He glanced around, wondering. “How did you get up there?”

“Easy, I just stood on the bannister, grabbed the edge of the roof, and pulled myself up.”

Fuck.

She did not.

“You did not.”

“Uh, yes, I did.”

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Moving to the bannister, he gave it a firm shake.

It wobbled.

Holy crap.

This girl was gonna kill him. She really was.

“Are you all right?” she asked.

“Just trying to remind myself of the rules.”

“What rules?” she asked.

Oh, rules like you cannot spank your client just because she keeps putting her safety at risk.

That sort of rule.

“Nothing you’d be interested in,” he told her.

He lifted himself onto the bannister, then carefully stood while holding onto a supporting roof beam.

Then he pulled himself onto the roof and sat down beside her. He noticed that she had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders.

“Wow. You made that look easy.”

“Be easier not to do it at all,” he grumbled.

Christ, he was starting to sound like Hayes.

“But not nearly so much fun.”

Fun?

“We have different definitions of fun.”

“I guess we do. Glad to know the bannister was able to hold your weight. I was thinking of replacing it, but I guess it will last a while longer.”

“You’re replacing it,” he growled. He didn’t seem to have the patience to temper his response.

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