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“If you think that’s hot,” Jack said, grabbing the sheet still covering Sophie and slowly dragging it down her body, exposing her sexy curves one inch at a time, “wait until you see me fold a fitted sheet.”

She bit her bottom lip, and a sweet blush stained her perfect cheeks. “When do we have to check out?”

“Not for another hour.” He cocked one brow. He knew what she was getting at but wanted to hear her say it. “Why?”

“Because if you don’t get inside menow,” she said, getting on her knees before him, “I’m going to be a very bad girl.”

“How bad?”

Taking him by surprise, she leapt at him and used her weight to pin him to the bed. “Very, very bad.”

Jack tucked his hands behind his head and grinned up at her. “Do your worst, angel.”

21

Sophie relaxed back in the luxurious leather car seat and watched the scenery whizzing past her window, one hand in her lap and the other resting on Jack’s thigh, their fingers intertwined as he drove them back to Melville’s Cross for lunch.

Her entire body felt limp and languorous as she sat there with a small yet persistent smile on her face, as she contemplated whether or not her legs would never hold her up again. She felt almost boneless after Jack had put her in her place.

Knocking him over and straddling him on the bed, challenging him, goading him into fucking her, had been an impulsive action on her part. And a foolhardy one.

“Do your worst, angel.”

His reaction to her behaviour had been unexpected, less dominant than she’d anticipated. She’d hesitated, and in her hesitation, he’d seized the opportunity to flip her onto her stomach and spank her arse raw.

His nonchalance had lulled her into a false sense of security, a trick he’d learned in high school apparently, when he’d been captain of the wrestling team, a skill he said he’d recently rediscovered a passion for, now that his submissive was a tall, curvy brat.

In all honesty, it had been a relief to know he had not only the physical strength but the mental wherewithal to handle her plus-sized arse. She’d discovered over the years that not many men shared the ability. Most gave up, either unable or unwilling to indulge her fantasies, as if they weren’t getting something out of it too. And the few who did stick it out only did so to satisfy their own twisted needs, caring little—if at all—for her wellbeing.

Jack was a different breed of man.

He seemed more than willing to indulge her, almost to the point of spoiling her, and her wellbeing always seemed to be at the forefront of his mind. Something he’d proven on multiple occasions when he’d soothed her hot skin with gentle kisses, followed by massaging her arse with a special after-spanking cream that took the sting right out of her aching flesh.

He squeezed her fingers. “What are you thinking about?”

She turned her head to look at him, that small smile refusing to leave her lips as she took in his handsome and powerful profile. “I was thinking you’re off to a good start,” she said, her smile widening into a grin.

Jack shot her a brief glance before refocussing on the road. “If I recall correctly—and I usually do—the last time you said I was off to a good start, you scolded me for calling you beautiful.”

Sophie chuckled and held up her hands. “No scolding this time, I promise.”

“Okay, then how am I off to a good start this time?”

“Well, mostly it’s because you treat me—and my bratty side—with respect,” she said, ducking her head slightly before adding, “It’s nice not being told I’mtoo muchall the time.”

Jack frowned. “What do you mean by too much?”

“You know,” she said with a small sigh and let her head fall back against the headrest. “I’m too tall, or too big, or I have too much attitude, or I’m too aggressive, or I’m too loud.” Her mouth twisted with irritation. “I can’t help being this big. You’ve met my family. We’re all big, and with a few notable exceptions, most of us are loud. Maybe not all the time, but Bennett family get-togethers are often an eye-opening affair for the uninitiated.”

Jack chuckled, then lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles. “Last night was definitely eye-opening,” he agreed. “But it was also a lot of fun.”

She wanted to believe him, she really did, but experience had taught her to be wary. Sure, things were going well so far, but how long would it last? Even with a baby in the mix—especiallywith a baby in the mix—how long would it be before Jack started wanting her to change, to be more demure, more ladylike?

Less bratty.

Not that she was much of a brat to begin with. She definitely leaned more towards the tongue-in-cheek, sass-and-tease, earn-herself-some-funishment variety. She wasn’t a hard-core attention seeker like some of the brats she’d met over the years. She liked her independence too much for that.

“Look at me, Sophie.”

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