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“But…”

“No buts. Let me do that for you and for me.”

“I don’t want to become a pain in the ass.”

“That will never happen, and do you know why?”

She shook her head.

“Because if you start getting bratty, I’ll just punish you.”

She stiffened.

“Wait. Would I ever hurt you?” he asked as he held up his hand.

“I … no.”

“You’re right. Not even when I’m punishing you.”

“It’s just that when I was p-punished before, there was so much pain and blood.”

“Nothing I ever do to you will give you any pain. It will be like spankings or time-outs or prolonging your orgasm.”

“I can definitely handle that,” she said. “It’s much better than the whip.”

That motherfucker. “If I ever get my hands on that fucker, he’ll feel pain, and his blood will run out of him.” He studied her expression. “Are you okay with that?”

She nodded. “I just wish I could hurt him, too.”

He grinned. “Aw, I’ve got a violent sub. Nice.”

“Oh, no. I’m not violent.”

He kissed her forehead. “I know. If there’s a way I can have you torment him without you getting hurt, I’ll do it. It might be cathartic and cleansing for you.”

“I’d like that.”

“Now, are you done with the chatter because I’m hungry, and the smell of our dinner makes me want to cry if I can’t eat it in the next few minutes?”

She laughed. “You chatter, too.”

He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. The sight of her smile and the sound of her laugh made him feel ten feet tall, and he vowed to do that as much as possible. “Yes, I do.”

Chapter Twelve

Cat sat on the sofa next to Macy. They were both eating and watching the news, and it felt like they had done it a thousand times before. She felt more comfortable with him than anyone she could remember. She took her last bite and then groaned. She couldn’t remember ever eating as much as she did right then.

Macy chuckled. “It’s hard to stop eating it. It’s addictive.”

She nodded. “I think they put something in it to make addicts out of people, so they’ll return.”

Macy snorted. “That would be ingenious, but illegal.”

She smiled and stood. In the kitchen, she washed her plate and silverware and then his when he handed it to her. The air got caught in her throat when he pressed up against her back. Instead of feeling repulsed as she had with Jeffrey, a warmth filled her, and she got shaky.

His arm came around to support her, placing little kisses all over her neck and shoulder. “How about a shower, and then we’ll watch a movie?” he asked against the side of her neck.

She didn’t understand what he was saying because all her attention was on how he made her feel. “What?”

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