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“That sounds like fun.”

“We’ll deal with your punishment tomorrow.”

CHAPTER29

“Punishment.” She leaned back and tried to push away from me. “For what?”

I held her tight.

“For putting yourself in danger. For fighting with a man twice your size.” I picked up the washcloth on the side of the tub and dipped it in the water. I ran it across her shoulders and down her back. “For not being honest with me when you left and telling me how you really felt.”

“You didn’t tell me either.” She settled in, conceding I wasn’t ready to let her go. “Do I get to spank you?”

I leaned back and caught the brief twitch, trying to pull her pouty lips into a smile.

“It doesn’t work like that.” I took advantage of our position and ran the cloth down her front. Her nipples pebbled as the water cascaded down her little mounds. The light brown freckles across her chest made my dick hard. “Besides, I’ve already been punished enough.”

“What do you mean?” Her face softened. She ran her hand up and down my thigh.

“Every minute away from you was torture.” I couldn’t look at her. “No knowing what you were doing or thinking. Were you safe? Were you taking care of yourself? Were you thinking of me?”

“Every second.” She leaned in and rested her head on my chest.

“And, watching you get on that elevator and fight for your life?” I sighed and shook my head. “I never felt so helpless.”

Moving abruptly, she sat up and got away from me. She sat in between my legs in the tub, disappearing in the bubbles. She pushed them away.

“How did you see me in the elevator?”

I took one of her feet and washed them with the cloth.

“Kyler.”

I titled my head and glared at my little girl. “What did you call me?” My little girl had forgotten all her rules.

“No, I’m serious. How did you see me?” She looked up at the ceiling.

“Most new buildings have cameras in the hallways and elevators. To keep their tenants safe.” I washed her other foot.

“Yeah, but tenants don’t usually have a direct link to the cameras.” She huffed.

“You do when you own the building.” I had enough of her being away from me, reached across the tub and pulled her back to me. I situated her on my lap, with my cock teasing her.

Her small gasp brought out the animal in me. I wanted to ravage her. I ran my hand over her ass, played with the spot just above her crack with my fingertips. She shivered and clung to me.

“Daddy.”

I hummed.

“You brought the entire building just to get close to me.” She stared up at me.

“It was the only way I could control the situation and keep you safe.” But I didn’t keep her safe.

I stopped teasing her and fished the washcloth out of the water. I continued to wash her in silence. It didn’t settle me or make me feel more connected. The water illuminated the bruises on her body. She remained silent. No doubt contemplating if she wanted to be with a control freak like me.

“I see what you’re doing.” She ran her wet fingers through my beard and pulled it gently. “Unless you plan to lock me in here for the rest of my life, you can’t keep me safe from the world. Things are going to happen.”

“Not if I have any say about it.” I reached for her markers. “Why don’t you draw me a picture? We can talk about this later.”

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