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“Or a man who isn’t so damned filled with pride he can’t even wait around for a reasonable explanation.” She managed to roll to the side of the bed and jump out of his reach.

She had a feeling he let her, though.

“The explanation would have to be reasonable first,” he growled. “Yours wasn’t.”

“So spank me,” she retorted, her voice mocking. “At least I didn’t run away from the problem.”

She stood on one side of the bed breathing hard as he glowered at her from the other side of the bed.

“I intend to get to that, cher, real soon,” he drawled, his expression tightening not in anger but in arousal. “And I didn’t run far, did I bébé? I came right back here to be the one to deliver the spanking.”

Natalie felt her ass clench at the tone of his voice. He sounded serious. Maybe he sounded a little bit too serious.

“You wouldn’t dare,” she gasped, her eyes widening as he stripped off his shirt.

“Watch me.” His eyes narrowed on her as her gaze flicked to where he was quickly releasing the closures on his jeans.

“You are not undressing,” she snapped.

She couldn’t believe it. Did he think this could be fixed with sex?

“Watch me,” he repeated.

He sat down on the small, fussy chair beside her bed, unlaced and removed his boots, then stood and shucked his pants.

Oh Lord, she was in so much trouble. He was furiously aroused, his erection standing out from his body, thick and heavy, the ridged veins throbbing with subtle power.

“You can take those clothes off, or I’m going to rip them off you.” He moved around the bottom of the bed, each shift of muscle, each flex of his long, corded body sending a flare of heated lust to ignite in the center of her womb.

God, the man was just gorgeous. Maybe just a little bit pissed if the heated flare of emotion in his eyes was anything to go by.

“I’m not fucking you while you’re angry,” she informed him coolly, or at least, she tried for cool; there might have been the slightest tremor of arousal in her voice. Because he was really turning her on.

“I’m not angry.” A flash of strong white teeth in a confident, anticipatory smile. “I’ve decided something about you, cher. As stubborn and independent as you are, you’re coming to believe that the reason you do things is not so important as the fact that you be allowed to do them. That the control streak you’re adopting be given free rein.”

“So?” She watched him warily, backing up as, naked, aroused, and dominating, he stalked toward her.

“Tonight, love, you learn, in matters of your safety, this will not be allowed. First lesson begins now.”

Natalie shrieked as she watched the muscles in his chest bunch, but by the time she saw it, it was too late to run. And it was

too late to save the robe she had dressed in after her shower.

The material tore and slipped to the floor as the sleeves ripped and the tatters of cloth were tossed away a second later. Natalie stared down at her bare breasts in amazement then up to Saban’s narrowed gaze.

“That was just so wrong,” she muttered.

“Ah, but was it as wrong as defying me, slipping away from me, and nearly getting yourself kidnapped?” He shook a finger at her before he struck again.

Before Natalie could consider running, she found herself on her back, the light cotton pajama bottoms flying through the air as Saban tossed them over his shoulder.

She was naked now. Naked and hot and wet, and she was damned if she going to let him get away with this.

She jerked to rise from the bed, only to find herself pushed back, rolled to her stomach, and a hard male weight straddling her thighs as one broad, calloused palm pressed between her shoulder blades, holding her to the bed despite her struggles.

“I said I was sorry,” she bit out. “What more do you want? I won’t do it again.”

The opposite hand stroked over the curve of her butt as his fingertips pressed lightly against the narrow crease.

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