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She twists her head to look at me again. “Isaac… What? Give me some feedback. I can’t tell if it’s awful or you like it. I’m not going to buy it if you think it’s hideous.”

I chuckle. “Amber, I’ve never seen anything sexier in my life. But let’s pretend it’s hideous so I don’t have to punch anyone at the gallery while you’re wearing it.”

She glares at me. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I’m serious. Maybe you could get a nice sweater to wear over it.”

She rolls her eyes this time. “I can’t wear a sweater over it, jerk face.” She sets her hands on her hips and narrows her gaze.

I lift both brows. “How many minutes has it been since I told you name-calling would not be tolerated?”

She shrugs. “I think it’s been about an hour.” She steps closer and sets her palms on my chest. “Be serious for one minute. Should I buy this dress or not?”

I sigh. “Yes, baby. Buy the dress.” I grab the back of her neck and bring my lips to her ear. “I hope the rush you got from sassing me was worth it.”

She shivers. “It was kind of fun.”

I chuckle. “We’ll see how fun you think it was as soon as we get home.”

“Promises, promises.”

CHAPTER 16

Amber

I don’t even know myself. I feel like I’ve spent thirty years pretending to be the wrong person, and now I’ve found out I’m someone else. Also, what if I’m wrong?

Sassing Isaac is something I’m good at, but now there will be repercussions. I’m so curious that I’m willing to continue to sass him several more times to ensure he follows through on his threat to spank me when we get home.

Isaac stands right outside the door to the fitting room while I continue to try on dresses. I find an excuse to open the door and show him each one because I love the look on his face and the bulge in his jeans.

I wonder if Isaac has always gotten a hard-on when I’ve worn sexy dresses. I wasn’t looking, so I wouldn’t know. He’s also always schooled his face better around me. He has a scowl he pastes on that gives nothing away. Today, he has relaxed that scowl and looks at me with lust.

On the third dress, I open the door to find him standing inches from me with his hands on his hips. “What’s your goal here, Amber?”

I gulp as I turn around. “Zipper?”

He chuckles, sets both hands on my back, and eases the zipper up. He grips my waist from behind when he’s done. His hands are so large that his fingers graze the undersides of my breasts.

His lips come to my ear. “You are a very naughty girl.”

I shudder. I’ve probably gone too far.

He continues whispering, his lips and breath so close that goosebumps rise all over my body. “All of these dresses are sexy as fuck, and I will growl every time you wear them because every man in the room will ogle you. However, at the end of the day, they can’t have you because you’re mine. Do you understand?”

I nod. I’ve stopped breathing.

“Words, Amber. Tell me you’re mine. I don’t want there to be any confusion.”

“I’m yours, Daddy,” I murmur.

“Good girl. Now, finish up here. We need to pay for those dresses and get to your appointment. When we get home, I’m going to spank your naughty bottom for sassing meandteasing me. After that, you’re going to stand in the corner and think about how often you want your bottom spanked. That’s up to you.”

My breath hitches. I don’t know what he means.

His hands slide higher so that his fingers press against the swell of my breasts, pushing them up. I wish he would touch my nipples, but he doesn’t.

He playfully bites my earlobe. “You’ll understand after I spank you, baby. You’ll either love it or hate it. If you enjoy having your bottom spanked, you’ll conjure up a myriad of ways to misbehave in order to get your fix, or…” he licks my earlobe,making me whimper, “…or you could be a good girl and ask me to spank you to get your fixwithoutmisbehaving.”

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