Page 27 of Cutter

He laughed. “This was only a taste, baby. There’s lots more where that came from. We have things to discuss, and you still have to show me your special closet and playroom.”

She frowned. “What makes you think I have any of that stuff?”

“Are you saying you don’t?”

“Well…no.”

“Then stop challenging me, kitten. The time when your sweet butt meets my hand is getting closer and closer.”

“You seem so eager.”

“I won’t deny it. It’s a rare pleasure when your baby girl’s butt turns red under your hand and her pussy drips with arousal.”

“Baby?”

“It was a figure of speech. And yeah, baby. What of it?” He narrowed his gaze. “Let’s change the topic before you get into real trouble.”

“Okay.” Emily curled deeper into his chest. In the world of ageplay, she didn’t truly relate to the diaper-wearing adult babies she’d seen in the club, but she didn’t mind the endearment one bit. However, a big part of her wanted to experience Cutter’s firm hand on her rear end, disciplining her.

The man was so comfortable in his own skin that he exuded sensual authority and knowledge. He’d likely give the most delicious spankings in the world. The image in her mind was naughty and sexy. So she’d pushed him. A little. Cutter had created a monster hungry for his touch. He just didn’t know it yet.

But Cutter’s thoughts had taken a serious turn. His expression was dark. “After I dropped you off, I met two of the Oquendo men, Chema and Rulo. Man, talk about getting cold and dangerous vibes. They were sitting with the Chaos because they’re doing business with Diesel; otherwise, they wouldn’t be caught dead in a biker bar. The scene isn’t sophisticated enough for them. I find it strange they would expose themselves so openly.” He ran his fingers through her hair. “Maybe they’re used to being untouchable on their home turf and don’t care who sees them in the US.”

Emily straightened with new interest. Finally, the conversation had moved to her project. The investigation she’d initiated and had managed to keep secret from her jealous coworkers at the Station.

“What happens now?” she asked, sliding out of his lap and sitting next to him.

He shrugged. “I have to play my cards close to the vest. Thanks to you, I’ve gained an enemy.”

“Who?”

“Seriously, Emily? Did you forget about the roofie? After I was forced to intervene, your friend Nails decided to hate my guts. Basically, he warned me that he’d be on my tail.”

“I’m sorry.”

“That’s why you have to stay out of it completely. I’ll report what I find, but you can’t return to the saloon or be openly involved in any way.”

“Stop that. You know I can’t stay out of the investigation. It’s my idea and my job. It’s what I do.”

“I know that,” he grumbled. “I’m not talking about total hands-off. I’m talking about physical presence. You can’t show your face anymore. I hope to God they’ve forgotten you. Anyone, at any moment, could recognize Detective Emily Mayhew of the Garden City police and put her together with the chick at the saloon. Are you following me?”

“Kind of.”

“Kind of?” He turned to face her. “I don’t believe you. Are you so stubborn that you can’t accept a warning?”

“But I took precautions,” she protested. “I wore a blond wig, dressed in my Goth outfit and makeup. No one recognized me. There’s truth to what you’re saying, but you’re giving the Chaos too much credit.”

“That’s your mistake, and it could have serious consequences. For a law enforcement professional, your attitude surprises me. Maybe Sons of Chaos are a bunch of rowdy bikers, but the Oquendo men are on a higher level. They’re deadly professionals, sharp as tacks, and suspicious of everyone. I spoke to Rulo and Chema. Not one bit of carelessness exists in those two. Misjudge them at your peril. They’ll hurt you, and I won’t allow that.”

“I…”

“Promise me, you won’t expose yourself again. I mean it. Promise me, Emily.”

What could she say? She couldn’t make such a promise. If the captain asked her to expose herself, she would.

Really?

Captain Weaver would have a fit if he found out she’d ignored his orders. She just wasn’t ready to accept Cutter’s rules. That would be equal to admitting defeat. And she’d foughttoo hard against an old-fashioned department and a bunch of jealous detectives to throw in the towel.

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