Page 43 of Chasing Amber

I reach for her hand and grip it. “Do not apologize. There is no such thing as overreacting when it comes to your safety. If you ever have even the slightest inkling that something isn’t right, I want you to tell me.”

“Okay.”

I lift her hand to my lips and kiss her knuckles before releasing it so I can focus on driving. “I mean it, Amber. If the air feels wrong on your neck, you tell me.”

“I will.”

When we get back to the apartment, I park in our spot and hurry around to help her out.

“My bags,” she says, pointing toward the back seat.

“I’ll come back and get them after you’re inside and safe. I want my hands free.”

She lets me take her hand, and I’m on high alert while we enter the elevator.

When we get to the apartment, I’m not surprised to find boxes sitting outside the door. I placed several orders before we left earlier. I open the door, stack it all inside, and guide Amber in.

It’s not until I have her safely inside the apartment that I breathe easier. Even then, I make her wait by the panic button at the door while I do a quick walkthrough to make sure no one is inside the apartment.

It would be hard for anyone to get past the cameras and security system, but I still don’t take any chances.

When I return to her side, I cup the back of her neck and hold her gaze. “Go change while I grab your bags. I’ll be back in five minutes.”

“So bossy,” she teases. “What if I don’t want to change?”

“That’s fine, too, but keep in mind that I’m going to haul that dress over your head before I spank your bottom when I get back. If you want to be naked while I spank you, I will not complain.”

She gasps.

I lift both brows and open the door. “See you in a few.”

As soon as I step into the hallway, I lock the doors before jogging to the elevator. I don’t like the idea of leaving Amber alone in the apartment. I don’t do it often. But I hated the thought of having my hands filled with bags and dresses even more, so this was the better option.

In record time, I’m back upstairs, relieved once we’re safe and secure. I check all the locks and arm the alarm before I go in search of my girl.

She comes out of her bedroom as I approach, and I chuckle. “How long did it take you to decide what to wear?”

She shrugs and cocks a hip out, giving me sass, “About ten seconds.”

“Come.” I reach out a hand.

Hers is trembling when she takes it. “You’re going to spank me right now?” Her voice shakes.

“Yep. I told you I would. Let’s get it out of the way, then I’ll make lunch while you stand in the corner.” I lead her to the living room and sit on the couch in the middle, hauling her between my legs.

She’s wearing a long white T-shirt. It’s one of mine. I’ve never seen my girl in a long T-shirt, and certainly not one of mine.

“Where did you get the shirt, baby?” I ask, my voice gravelly. She has no idea how sexy she is. If she thought putting on a shapeless T-shirt would make her less attractive, she was very wrong.

“Your hamper.”

I chuckle and set my hands on the backs of her thighs. “What’s under it, baby?”

She shrugs. “Guess you’ll find out.”

I ease my hands up slowly, finding what I expected. Nothing. My girl’s bottom is bare under my shirt. I can see the tips of her nipples, too, so I’m certain this is the only thing she’s wearing. “Temptress.”

“I think we should have sex,” she blurts out.

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