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My attitude has her biting her lip to suppress a laugh. She can’t stop her shoulders from shaking, though.
I fight my own smile. “You almost done? I need a word.”
“One sec, Mr. Steele.” She turns her back to me, playing with a flower.
She’s not actually arranging it. She’s being a brat. Slapping me yesterday and the punishment she got turned her on.
“In my office,” I bark and head out before I bend her over and spank her raw. “Now.”
Her heels clink in the hallway right behind me. She wants my attention. I want hers just the same. I’m whipped as fuck.
We stop before the closed door to the office. “Amara.”
My serious expression doesn’t bother her. She grins, hopping in place. “Carter.”
The scent of her arousal is everywhere. Clouding over her jasmine scent. Driving me crazy.
Opening the door for her, I step aside. “Right this way.”
“Am I in trouble?”
From the corner of my eye, I see Killian slamming his laptop closed. Guess he’s back early. “In trouble for what?”
“No one’s in trouble.” I close the door behind me, lean against the wall and cross my ankles.
“So?” Amara steps toward me, her hands lifting to my neck. “Boss?”
“Scratch that.” I curl my fingers around her wrists. “No one was in trouble.”
Killian gets up, his dark eyes watching us curiously.
Amara senses his presence the same as she does me. She glimpses back, licking her plump lips. “And now?”
“You were being a brat back there.” I yank her toward me, and she whimpers. “Not so brave now, are you, pet?”
Yeah, she’s brave. She’s also turned on by the promise of pain.
Killian rounds the desk. He walks toward us, grabbing one of her space buns and tugging. “You’ve been bad, beautiful girl?”
With her head to him, she rolls her eyes playfully. “Hmm. Maybe. Yes.”
He bends to press a kiss to her lips. I see him baring his teeth, turning the soft kiss into a painful bite. She groans with pleasure and puts up a fight at the same time.
“Cute little prey.” I marvel at the tears forming at the corners of her eyes. Killian knows how to pull her hair. “You’ll get spanked for it, tonight. When we get back from the wedding.”
Those are my last words before Killian releases Amara. He has his hand around the side of my neck, dragging my lips to his. Kissing me with the taste of Amara’s blood on his tongue.
He’d never been overly lovey-dovey as my stepfather. He’d been a good one, no doubt about that. Had done everything right. But we never hugged. No forehead kisses. Neither of us had been into that.
At most, he ruffled my hair when I punched a kid who bullied me. And that didn’t happen often. Most kids hadn’t fucked with me.
This warm possessiveness, I’ve only ever received it from Amara.
Having Killian’s tongue part my lips, slipping between them and rubbing against mine without thinking about sex, feels nice. Real fucking nice.
Jesus, these people are turning me into a softie.
One of my hands slides from Amara’s body. My fingers make a fist around Killian’s tie, gripping him just as possessively as I yank him to me. Amara wiggles between us, moaning so pretty from watching us.
