Page 34 of What About Love

“First, you disrupted the lounge arguing with your sister,” Cap began with a reproachful frown. “Now you’re interrupting aftercare. You already have two dozen coming once a station is available. You better quit before your tally has to be broken into multiple sessions.”

Angie watched as Megan’s demeanor instantly changed, curling her body into his and laying a hand on her husband’s broad chest.

“I’m sorry, captain. Forgive me?”

“Of course, but forgiveness and canceling a well-earned punishment are two different things. You know that.” Lifting his chin toward the leather bag at T’s feet, he asked, “Have you got a paddle with you, bud? I have DM duty later and with LBD night in the lounge, I wasn’t expecting to need my bag.”

“Sure do. Although in the past few years you’ve been with Megan, I can’t think of a time when you haven’t needed your bag.”

“Hey!” Megan protested as T shifted forward and fished around in his bag, which seemed to have the magical ability to appear whenever he needed it.

“Quiet,” Cap ordered, although with very little bite. “He’s right. You know it. I know it. Hell, everyone in the entire club knows it.”

T grinned as he produced a clear plastic paddle with holes and passed it over to Cap, the whole while Angie sat in silence, watching the interplay with fascination.

“Look, baby,” Cap said as he accepted the proffered implement. “He’s got one like ours.”

“That’s because you passed them out like Santa Claus does candy canes last Christmas.”

“I did, didn’t I?” he acknowledged with a broad grin, weighing the paddle and giving a few practice swings while continuing tongue in cheek. “Lexan, when you care to give the very best.”

“FYI,” Megan grumbled, directing her comment to Angie. “Watch out for thevery best. It stings like a mother—” Her name rumbling in a low warning gave her pause. She had clearly reconsidered her words as she continued, “It stings like the devil. I hate that damn paddle. In fact, I think it mightbethe devil. It doesn’t burn. Believe me, I’ve tried.”

T and the few others standing nearby who were watching the couple’s interactions chuckled along with Cap. Her big boss surprised her with a wink as he shifted Megan to her feet.

“Apologize to Master T and his sub, angel.”

“Sorry for interrupting aftercare, Master T, Angie.”

“Very nice. Now, let’s grab that vacant bench over there and get you spanked before another smart-ass comment slips out and you earn more.”

Cap tossed his petite wife over his shoulder, ignoring her squirming protests other than to deliver a swift crack of his huge palm across her ass as he carted her off.

Angie stared after them in amazement.

T patted her cheek. “Don’t fret. They go well together. She keeps him on his toes with her antics and sass, while he calls her on it every time.”

“Every time?”

Angie knew they played, and that Megan got spanked; she was very vocal about it. She was also full of piss and vinegar, always had been. Angie imagined that equated to a lot of spankings.

“Yep,” T replied. “But she loves it and he loves giving it to her, so, like I said, they go well together.”

“This is all very strange.”

“Hm...I hope strange doesn’t include what happened on the cross a few minutes ago, little bit. That was nothing short of beautiful.” He dipped his head and kissed her lips softly. “I told you my lash would have you soaring.”

“No one likes a braggart, sir.”

“You flew, and you loved it. Admit it.”

Although her cheeks burned bright, she remained silent. It wasn’t lost on her he’d gotten her off in spectacular fashion, yet made no demands himself, despite the evidence of his arousal pressing hard into the back of her thigh. She looked up at him, impressed that he was honoring her no-sex hard limit. She hadn’t ruled out touching, which he’d done quite thoroughly during the height of the scene, but he’d made sure she was the one who requested the intimacy before going further.

He kissed her nose. “All right, little sub. Don’t admit it, but you flew tonight, in more ways than one. We both know that I’m right.”

Lifting her off his lap, he steadied her with his hands on her waist. Then he produced her dress, which was draped neatly over his bag. The elusive attendants at work, she supposed.

“I think you’ve had plenty for tonight. Get dressed. We’ll have a drink in the lounge and catch Elena’s last set. Afterward, I’ll see you home. We’ve got an early run planned in the morning.”

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