Page 54 of Under His Command

She gasped, glancing around to see if anyone may have heard. “I’m not sore from too much sex.” When she said the last word, she dropped her voice to a whisper. “It’s from weeding your rose garden out back yesterday.”

He blinked in surprise. “Why did you do that? I have a yard service.”

“I know, but they’re ripping you off. Your granddad’s white roses were being choked out by weeds, and several other bushes needed pruning. When I got started, I couldn’t stop. Now my calves are tight, and my hamstrings are killing me from all the bending. Not to mention—” She thought better of using the words “aching glutes” to an ass man; it would only give him ideas. Instead, she concluded, “You get the gist.”

“New plan. Bath, massage, then a sound paddling.”

Her head snapped up. “What did I do?”

“I told you I didn’t need an excuse,” he replied with a predatory grin. “Other than your ass fits my hand just right and is made for spanking.”

“That can’t possibly be my fault.”

“No, but since your gardening made you too sore to fuck, you’ve got to give me something.”

“I didn’t say I was too sore to, um—” She glanced around again, checking to see no one could overhear this altogether inappropriate conversation. Spying two uniformed men in the vicinity, although likely still out of earshot, she lowered her voice to a whisper anyway when she finished with, “you know.”

“You don’t have the vantage point I have and aren’t watching you move like an eighty-year-old grandmother. After your bath tonight, I think I’ll sit with my back against the headboard with you naked across my lap, and in between swats to that luscious ass, I’ll massage all your aches and pains away.”

Not admitting to the tingling warmth the idea stirred inside her, she rolled her eyes and walked into the small lobby. Unstaffed by a receptionist, she was glad for it for once, because she would have gotten an earful.

Flynn didn’t miss much, and he sure as heck didn’t miss such a disrespectful expression. “That look right there earned you a plug in your saucy bottom for good measure.” As he bent for his goodbye kiss, his hand slid around her waist, the tips of his fingers resting meaningfully on the upper curves of her behind.

She dutifully raised her mouth to his. “You’re a sadist. What have I gotten myself into?”

“I’ll get a second opinion once you’ve seen the real ones at the club. Besides, you’ve enjoyed everything I’ve done to you. Admit it.”

“Yes, but you have a vivid imagination. I’m almost afraid to find out what’s next.”

“A little anxiety adds excitement, which makes it all the better for you, imp. Say ‘Thank you, Flynn.’”

“How about I love you, instead?”

Both arms came around her, big hands sliding over her behind as he hauled her onto her toes, and up against the hard bulge in the front of his pants. Sealing his mouth over hers, he used his tongue, not caring who might pass by and see them in a steamy clinch through the glass doors.

When she was too muddled to think straight or care if the entire base paraded by, he raised his head a fraction and said against her tingling lips, “I’ll take an ‘I love you’ every time.”

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