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It’s cute, really. Women aren’t the only ones who can use their sex appeal to get what they want. This twenty-one-year-old never saw it coming. And she’ll never see it again. Now that Billie’s here, I don’t want anyone else. Who I fucked before her doesn’t exist to me.

“I need you to do me a favor, Bridget,” I tell her.

“Anything,” she says dreamily.

See what I mean? She’s my way in.

“Call my dad and say there’s an emergency at the office. He needs to come right away.”

After another bout of giggles, she agrees. “When will I see you again, Christian?”

God, she loves saying my name, doesn’t she? “I’ll see you soon, okay, beautiful?” My voice is flirty, but my face is as deadpan as it can get.

I wait and wait until I hear my dad’s cell ringing down the hallway. My lungs hurt from holding my breath, trying like hell to hear him through my closed bedroom door. But it’s not long before I hear his heavy footsteps storming down the hall toward me.

The door flies open, and I jump back. He looks flustered, huffing out hard breaths. “There’s been an emergency at my office. I’m heading back in now, but I won’t return until late because of the fucking afternoon traffic. Make good choices while I’m away, please and thank you,” he reminds me in his stern, manly voice.

I’m fighting my grin, nodding as if I’m truly absorbing his words, but I think we both know I’m not. He turns and rushes out, slamming my door once again.

After looking at my phone to check the time, I wonder where Zeke is and what’s taking so long. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about making Billie sing for us since I saw the glimmer in her eyes when I mentioned giving her a collar. She obviously won’t admit it to me yet, but she wants that fucking collar and the title that comes with it.

My door flies open and snaps me from my thoughts. But when I look up and see Billie storming for me like last time, I can’t pull my eyes from her bouncing tits. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to slap them and put them in my mouth. I’ll motor boat the fuck out of her.

“Why the fuck am I back in your bedroom, Christian?” she demands. “I wanted to go home, you prick! Stop ordering my whereabouts! You think you can make me feel these sexual feelings toward you and then I’ll jump into bed with you?! Get real, Chr—”

I bark out a laugh, cutting her off. “Who the fuck does she think she’s talking to like that, Zeke?”

Jumping out of my chair, I circle her like a rabid vulture, sniffing her for good measure. Her back is straight as a rod, following me only with her eyes.

“I don’t know, man, but I’d say she deserves a spanking,” Zeke says in a husky tone, telling me he wants this as bad as I do.

She sucks in a breath, turning her head slightly toward Zeke. I watch her cheeks turn pink and her bottom lip tremble. Our girl wants to be spanked, doesn’t she? But does she deserve one?

“I agree, but she’ll enjoy it too much.” Her head whips toward me, making me laugh before I add, “We don’t want you to enjoy it after what you did today.”

“I’ve broken no rules. I haven’t agreed to shit yet.”

Grinning, I share a glance with Zeke before I say, “Baby, you agreed the minute you shoved your tongue into Zeke’s mouth, letting him swallow your moan.”

Her sexy green eyes widen at my revelation—the one she didn’t know I knew about. Zeke tells me everything, and I’m fairly confident we both jerked off to the images in our head.

“That was the test,” she says under her breath.

“What test?” I ask, but she doesn’t answer. “Fine, don’t tell me. I’m not sure if we’ll be able to fuck the brat out of you, but goddamn is it going to be fun trying.”

She snorts. “You keep assuming I’m going to fuck either of you. News flash, I hate you both.”

A glance at Zeke tells me there was hot air between them and not the kind we normally like. She’s upset, and if I know Billie as much as I think I do, she won’t come to us if she’s pissed.

“Tell me how to fix that, little hellfire.” I sit back down in my chair, leaning back to look up at her.

She nervously looks down at her feet before glancing back up at me. “Well, you can start by telling me why you both completely ditched out on me. I thought we were friends.”

I should tell her I’m doing this for her own safety, but we’re not there yet. She won’t understand, and she’ll have too many questions. She can’t know why I’ve turned my back on her yet. I’m still putting all the pieces of the puzzle together, and I can’t reveal it to her until her piece is ready to be placed.

So, I tell her, “Baby, we’ve been assholes because we both like you. And I told Zeke he couldn’t have you until I’m out. We both get you.”

“And you think I’m going to believe that? It doesn’t explain why he’s been a dick! Zeke’s the nice one. He’s never treated me badly! Not once!” she yells with tears in her eyes.

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