Page 22 of Beyond Repair: Part Two

"Yes. I love that part of you, Trev. It makes me feel taken care of and so loved."

His eyes bore into mine, but with his next question they squeeze closed. "I don't remind you of...of him, right?"

Rearing back, I gape at the strong, beautiful man before me. His neatly trimmed beard twitches with the clenching of his jaw. The dirty blond hair on top of his head is messy and his blue eyes look so darn worried it makes my heart actually ache.

I grab his face between both my hands. "You do not, have not, and will never remind me of that monster. I know without a shadow of a doubt that I can say no to you without fear of you hurting me."

A cold look descends over his face and my belly flips with a lowkey thrill at his protectiveness shining back at me. "I wouldneverhurt you."

"I know," I whisper and press a kiss to the underside of his jaw. "Your punishments would be much different."

He frowns, looking concerned. “Nina, you have to understand I would never without?—"

"Shh, it's okay." I press my hand over his mouth. “We’ve talked about this a bit already. Is this something serious you want?”

He shakes his head, then he hesitates and shrugs. I move my hand, allowing him to speak. "I don't want to remind you of that hell. Ever. So spankings are not on the table."

I eye him thoughtfully and check in with myself at the same time. There's no fear talking about the idea of my man spanking me. My panties are a little damp, that's for sure. There is a slight tremor in my hands as I rub them over his pecs that I pay attention to.

"Maybe someday we can put it on the table?" I ask quietly while picking at a string around his collar.

His eyes flare with heat, making my pussy throb. "Anything, anytime, anywhere, and it's yours."

I beam up at him, happy with how this conversation went. "I'll hold you to that, Trev."

Right before he dives down for a kiss that makes my toes curl, he says with certainty, "Wouldn't have it any other way, baby girl."

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