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“No.”
“But you said I could pick! Fine.” Dragging out the word when he glared at her, she began flipping through the pages. “I should make you get the girliest flowers I can find just for being a spoilsport,” she grumbled good-naturedly.
“Is that so?” He moved behind her, slipping his arms around her waist and leaning in. “I reserve the right to exact my revenge on your bare bottom later, so choose carefully, princess.”
The only indication she gave that she’d heard him was the rush of red to her cheeks. It was impossible not to imagine her other cheeks sporting the same color after he finished paddling her round, firm ass, and he felt himself growing uncomfortably hard.
“Or, we could ditch the tattoo idea and go back to the house now,” he offered, nipping at her earlobe.
“Nope, you’re definitely getting a tattoo. Aha!” Smiling in triumph, she held up the binder again. “Specifically, this tattoo.”
It could have been worse. The pirate caricature wasn’t exactly his style, but at least it wasn’t a damn clown.
“All right. My turn.” He plucked the binder from her hands and flipped through the pages. Nothing really caught his eye until he was almost to the last page.
Perfect.
“Found it,” he said, snapping the binder shut.
“Let me see!”
“Nope. You can see it when it’s done.”
“What? Not fair!”
Shrugging, he plopped down in the chair when the artist waved him over. “Show the man what you picked out, princess.”
For a moment, she looked like she wanted to throw a full-blown tantrum right there in the middle of the Boardwalk. But she was too aware of the people around them to let loose, so she just sent him a glare sharp enough to slit a man’s throat before pointing out the image she’d picked.
It didn’t take long for the design to take shape on his bicep and then it was her turn.
“I want it right here.” Bryant lifted the hem of her shirt and tapped the spot right above her right hip. It would be covered by her clothing and even mostly hidden by her bathing suit, so it shouldn’t cause her any real embarrassment. Shannon shot another glare his way, but otherwise didn’t protest as the artist got to work.
When it was done, she turned to face the mirror and once again crimson stained her cheeks. “Seriously?” she hissed at him as he paid for their tattoos. “You’re a sick man, Monroe.”
“I know.”
He’d chosen a simple design. ‘Daddy’s Girl’ in a flowing script, accompanied by a heart sporting a devil’s tail with a halo perched at a precarious angle on top.
“I’m going to get you back for this.”
“You can try. Just remember who wields the paddle in this relationship.”
The grin she gave him this time wasn’t that of a mischievous little girl testing her Daddy’s resolve. This smile was knowingly feminine, full of wicked promise. “Don’t worry, Daddy.” Her words were a low purr only he could hear. “I have other ways of getting even.”
A dozen images danced in his head, teasing him with ideas of exactly how she might get her revenge. Every single one of them made him want to drag her back to the house and tie her to the bed until their vacation was over.
“Do your worst, princess.”
CHAPTER15
Do her worst? The man obviously had no idea what she was capable of. Keeping her smile in place, she let the silence between them drag on for a few seconds before she pounced.
“Can we get ice cream now?”
It was kind of adorable the way his eyes widened with surprise at her request. Silly man. If real estate had taught her anything, it was that timing and location were the most important factors in getting what you wanted.
“Ice cream?” he repeated, his eyebrows drawing together in obvious confusion.
