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ChapterFour

Of all the times for Eric to text, this had to be the worst. The last thing she wanted was to have him anywhere near this fragile, feralthingrising between her and the man before her, devouring her with fire in his eyes.

She’d fallen out of love with her ex-husband long ago and barely paid attention to what he did at all, unless it involved Aidan. Eric had removed himself from any involvement with them, aside from his court-ordered fiscal responsibility, and his decisions no longer affected her.

So he had to choose this moment to let her know that he was moving to California.

Fine. Whatever.

She set her phone aside and scooted her butt to the edge of the island, then shook her hair back with a grin. “Now. Where were we?”

“Everything all right?” he asked. Cutter’s voice dropped to a low rumble that raised the hair on her arms and she shivered with desire.

“Everything is fine. My ex just decided to let me know he’s moving out of Colorado, but he hasn’t been in our lives in years, so I can’t bring myself to give a flying fuck.”

He growled, his lips stretching into a grin that promised sin. “Thought I told you what would happen if you started cussing.”

Tracy had no idea where this reckless bravery came from, but she leaned in and took a quick lick up the side of his neck until she had his earlobe between her lips. She sucked hard and his harsh hiss moved a stray lock of her hair.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Sergeant Cutter.”

She wasn’t quite sure what happened after that, except that she was tossed around like a doll ? not something that happened to tall women very often ? until she found herself with her feet back on the floor, her bare boobs and face pressed to the cold granite of the island, with her jeans and soaked panties down around her ankles.

She went to toe off her sneakers and step out of the jeans, but he stopped her with his big boot on the denim.

“I don’t think so, little mama. You stay right where I put you.”

She should have been ashamed of the needy whine that came out of her mouth, but there was no room for shame when Cutter took up so much space.

“Look at that perfect, tight little ass,” he murmured, his voice doing absolutely nothing to soothe her. His giant hand gripped one cheek firmly and she flexed into his touch. A light sting landed and she gave a startled yelp. God, yes. This was what she needed.

Then, surprisingly, she felt smooth leather on the other cheek as he stroked her with both hands. “It’s going to look so pretty when it’s all pink and hot.”

Tracy couldn’t help herself. She lifted on her toes, pressing herself toward his touch again, and again, she felt his fingers pop against her. This time, she moaned.

“You like to be spanked, pretty mama?” Abruptly, he covered her body with his, giving her a startling warmth as he rasped into her ear.

“I don’t know,” she said breathlessly, meeting his gaze from the odd angle. This close, she could see the fine lines around his eyes and the hint of silver along his temple. A few stray grays streaked through his short beard, almost invisible until she was up close. “No one’s ever spanked me before.”

His laugh was filled with impure intent, but what he said struck home. “Don’t be afraid, Tracy. I’d never hurt you.”

“What do you call a spanking?”

“Oh, I’ll make your ass suffer, you can be sure of that. I may use a strap or a paddle on your butt until you don’t want to sit down the next day. You may have a sore throat or walk funny from taking my cock, but I promise you this, Tracy Navarro.”

She held her breath and waited for the rest.

“I will keep your heart safe.”

Words had never flooded through her like an orgasm before. They’d never made her belly clench or heat flash in her blood. They’d never made her cry out, her body falling over a precipice until she hung limp with satisfaction in a man’s arms while he cradled her close and whispered soothing murmurs into her hair.

“I’ve got you, little mama. Don’t worry. I’ve got you now and I’m not letting go.”

She didn’t know how long they sat like that, her naked butt planted on Cutter’s lap while he sat with his back to the cabinets. It occurred to her that she should be embarrassed, but she just couldn’t work up the energy. Not when she felt so good.

“You back with me, sugar?”

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