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“They’re not laughing at you,” he reassured her gently. “Both of them are Doms too. And they’re laughing at me.”
Probably because they’d never seen him act like this. He’d always kept his head when playing. Control was important to him. But this brat had him tied in knots and the thing was . . . he didn’t ever want to be set free.
As he moved up the stairs, he smacked her ass in between scolding her.
“Going to break your damn neck.” Smack! Smack!
“No high heels.” Smack! Smack!
“Got half a mind to go through all your shoes.” Smack! Smack!
They’d reached the landing on the third floor, and he set her down gently. He knew she wouldn’t appreciate him barreling through into her private rooms. Although he was curious. What did her bedroom look like? Was it all done in black?
She gaped at him as he crouched in front of her. “Hands on my shoulders.” Without argument, which was likely due to her shock, she put her hands on his shoulders and lifted each of her feet. He pulled her high heels off and kept hold of them as he stood.
“Now, go put on some sensible shoes, because we’re not leaving until I approve of them.”
Beautiful hazel eyes studied him then she stomped her foot and turned to the door.
“Unless you want me to choose?”
She shook her head and held out her hand for the high heels.
“Oh no, you’re not getting these back. Not until you convince me you can walk in normal shoes without falling over.”
With a pout and a flounce, she turned to her door and he headed downstairs.
Brat.
Crap. It was fifteen minutes until the quiz began. If she was late, then Kiesha would never let her hear the end of it. She shifted around anxiously on the front passenger seat. Elias and Sterling had taken the back seat. Brick reached over and placed his hand on her thigh, stilling her nervous movements.
“Easy,” he told her in that low voice of his. She should be pissed off at him. He’d not only made her change her shoes. Twice. But he’d spanked her ass. Okay, she had gotten a bit bratty. But he was high-handed.
Grumpy-Butt.
Even though she’d stopped shifting around like a toddler needing the toilet, or a woman who’d had her butt smacked, Brick kept his hand on her thigh. It was hot and heavy. And it felt like a brand.
As though he was claiming her.
That made her insides rejoice, heat filling her.
She was in such trouble.
She still couldn’t believe he’d thrown her over his shoulder and smacked her ass while carrying her up the stairs.
Damn caveman.
It was kind of sexy though, too.
Lord, Juliet. What have you gotten yourself messed up in?
When he pulled up outside the Wishing Well, Brick squeezed her leg while the other two got out. “Remember the rules?”
He’d gone over the rules this afternoon. Several times. She’d had to promise to a whole lot of ridiculous demands. Their table would be at the back of the room with a wall behind them. She wouldn’t move more than two feet away from him at all times. If he wasn’t there, she had to stick by Elias or Sterling.
If she needed to go to the toilet, one of them was to go with her.
No leaving on her own.
