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@Perfect_Storm: Maybe you have a point...

I log out of the chat, thinking about Tortured_Admin’s words. What the hell am I doing?

11 – BRYNLEE

That paddling left my ass sore and red for a couple of days. Sitting sideways in meetings was odd since I looked like I had hemorrhoid troubles. Yet, when I went home at night, it was another experience altogether.

I’d spent more nights in the bed and tub rubbing one out to memories of Ambrose spanking me.

“Thank you for meeting with me, Bryn.”

“No problem. It’s just drinks,” I say, forcing those sexy thoughts from my mind.

“I know you’ve always worried about your brother finding out about us.”

Shrugging, I reply, “Again. Just drinks. Besides, I doubt he’d pop up here, and if so, I’d say it was a business meeting.”

He eyes me carefully over the rim of his glass before he takes another sip of his bourbon. He’d asked me to meet him at Tony’s Watering Hole after work, and I’d agreed since it was a Friday evening and I had no other plans.

“Besides, I wasn’t the only one who didn’t want him to find out.”

“Is that what you think?”

“It’s what I know.”

He nods, sniffs, and looks around the bar. “No, you got it all wrong. I never gave a damn what your brother thought. He’s my best friend, but he doesn’t dictate where I sling my goddamn dick.”

My eyebrows rise, but I decide to get this meeting back on track.

“What’s so important you couldn’t discuss it at the office?”

“Your change toward me. You barely spoke to me initially, resented the sight of me, and shirked every command I gave you at every chance.”

“Still do,” I answer feistily.

“Yeah, but you...don’t shun my touch anymore. It’s like you welcome it and the punishments. Dare I say that you purposely thwart my authority to feel my paddle or hand on that sweet ass of yours?”

I lift my ginger-lime beer to my lips and take a sip from the mug, turning my head sideways to peer out of the window.

Bruno Mars’24K Magicplays in the background, accompanied by the chatter and laughter of the other patrons. It’s silent at our table, but not a tense silence.

“What’s changed, Bryn?”

Shrugging, I answer, “Nothing. Just thought you deserved a chance. Everyone does.”

Slamming his fist onto the table, he snarls, “Don’t bullshit me, Bryn.”

I jump. “Really?”

“Yeah, really. I’ve always expected you to be honest if no one else was.”

I don’t want to betray my brother’s confidence, but I can’t lie to Ambrose anymore. If there’s a chance of us finding forgiveness and laying the past to rest, it starts now.

Flicking my thumb back and forth across my bottom lip, I inhale deeply and slowly exhale.

“Bray mentioned that something strange happened between you and Lyndsey.”

I see the clenching of his jaw, his face reddening, and those hazel eyes, normally giving off a greenish or golden hue, are now a light umber blaze of fire. He turns his gaze out the window, and his jaw starts ticking as he locks his hands together.

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