Page 127 of Unlawful Seduction

Maybe later.

The kiss took on a life of its own, soft and sweet, but with a sense of urgency just like always. When I finally pushed away from him, I dragged my tongue across my bottom lip.

“Careful, Doc. You know what that does to me.”

“I do, which is why I love tormenting you. Would you like a drink?”

“Please.”

“Come on.” He trailed behind me into the kitchen and I poured myself a glass of wine while getting him a glass of bourbon. Hisfavorite. Once drinks were in our hands, I sighed and looked up at him.

He seemed sheepish. “I have some news.”

“Yes? Don’t tell me you’re going back to New York.”

“Oh, fuck, no. Why would I do that?”

“Because you’re a hero.”

Beckett shook his head. “I’m no hero, just a man wanting to live out his life with his adoring woman and son.”

“Then what?”

“The Bratva have taken over. None of Gio’s Capos have been left alive. It really is over, baby.”

I wasn’t certain how I felt about it.

“You have no intention of taking over where he left off?”

He almost choked on his drink. “Not for a minute. This is my life and exactly where I need to be.”

“I’m glad to hear you say that because I have a surprise for you.”

His eyes twinkled. “You do, huh?”

“Yep.” I could barely contain myself.

“To what do I owe this honor?”

“Let’s just say you’ve been a very good boy.”

After taking a swallow of his drink, he removed the wineglass from my hand. “Speaking of which.”

“What are you doing?”

He placed the drinks on the counter and rummaged through the drawers, finally turning around with a wooden spoon in his hand. “I think it’s long overdue for a spanking. Don’t you?”

“No, I really don’t, thank you very much.”

“Tough. You obey my rules now. Remember?” He pulled me to the edge of the counter right in front of the window.

“I’m a very good girl. You tell me that quite often.”

“When you want to be.” He was whistling as he’d done before when he brought the spoon down across my jean-covered butt several times. I had no clue how a wooden spoon could hurt so much, but Jesus, I was on fire within ten strikes.

He was methodical as usual. I wiggled and stomped my feet, which only prompted him to continue, adopting a rhythm that would forever drum in my head.

I didn’t know all the particulars of everything he’d been through in his life, but I was fine with that. What we shared was everything I’d hoped for and more.

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