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“Right,” he mused. “I can’t make you something that you already are. You just don’t want to admit it. Not to yourself. Not to me. Not to anyone.”

“I’m not into men, Logan.”

“Something else you don’t want to admit.”

“Fuck off,” I said angrily. His hand wrapped around my throat, and he pinned me against the front desk, more aggressively than he had before. I grabbed his wrist, but he had more strength in his hands. I hadn’t given him my limits. I’d refused my consent even though I wanted to give it to him. I could not deny the undeniable spark of pure arousal that shot through my entire body like an electric current. I was not going to come out of this connection with my heart intact.

“If you curse at me again, I’m going to bring you to my office.”

I swallowed hard. His growled threat sounded real.

“I’ll bend you over my desk and spank your snarky little ass, and I won’t stop until you apologize.”

“And then what?”

“Then you can tell me why you’ve been battling me if you don’t actually want a response. Am I understood?”

I glanced in both directions, but I couldn’t see much since Logan had me pinned, his huge hand still wrapped around my neck.

“No one else is here,” he whispered. “Everyone’s gone home for the night.”

He answered the question I’d thought in my head. The stark contrast between the threat and his gentle reassurance drove me crazy. Staring up at him brought heat to my face. Though I’d admired him from afar, having his fingers splayed across my throat had me absolutely melting. I hated the action I was about to take. I hoped he would forgive me.

Though I didn’t want to disrespect him, I believed he understood the heart of the matter. I was too chicken-shit to ask for what I wanted.

No.

It was bigger than that, as he had hinted. I couldn’t show such a raw and vulnerable side of myself. Not just to him, but to anybody. So, I battled. Challenged. Cursed at him. Demanded a reaction in order to stop the terrible fear coursing through my veins.

The true fear was that Logan might actually find me as attractive as I found him. If I could catch his eye, he might agree to a relationship. One where he led, and I followed. Then we’d find our perfect little princess, and the three of us would just live happily fucking ever after. Maybe we could explore it with Karsyn. I’d wanted a throuple for my entire dating life, somehow hoping I’d be able to vocalize it. Yet, I’d never found a man worthy of my submission. Until Logan. I knew he could feel my erection through my jeans since his thigh was pressed against the front of my body. It only turned me on more.

I rolled my eyes. “You can seriously go fuck yourself, Logan.”

He smiled. Damn it all to hell. He had given me a very specific outcome. His smile grew bigger as he stared, making me suddenly uneasy. What if he tossed me out the door? Before I could worry about anything else, he released his hold on me long enough to toss me over his shoulder.

CHAPTER 6

August

I couldn’t believe what was happening right now. I’d let some of the firefighters use me as a victim in a mock drill before, but they trained for it. I wasn’t as tall or as muscled as Logan, but I was solid. Lifting patients all day for years meant I wasn’t a wilting flower.

Yet, he handled me as if I was. My secret crush carried me through the hallways, leading us toward his office. I had been there a handful of times, and I knew why he selected it. His office had a spanking bench, a leather couch and implements personal to him. Logan even had a suite added a few years ago after the club became successful, but I’d never been invited to see it. Rumor had it that there was a four-poster bed, a shower equipped with a waterfall head, and a garden tub. If I wasn’t over his shoulder, I might ask him what other sort of things were housed inside, but I was breathless from the wicked anticipation of what came next.

He kicked the door shut behind us and it locked. Even though there were limited people with a key, and everyone had already gone home for the night, I was thankful for the extra security.

When he set me down, I had a moment to catch a glimpse of his eyes before he turned me around, pushing my hands out and across his desk. It wasn’t a familiar position, but I kept still. Logan’s hands were underneath me, undoing my belt and unzipping my zipper, shoving my pants to my thighs. He removed my shoes, socks and pants while my thoughts raced.

“Most people buy me dinner first,” I joked.

“I’m not most people,” he retorted. “Don’t speak unless I give you permission.”

“I don’t agree with whatever is happening here, Logan.”

“Implied consent. I told you exactly what would happen if you cursed at me again. You have your safeword and your colors.”

“I’ve never been spanked.” My tone came out scared and whiny rather than the stern tone I used at the club when I was on the other side of this equation. Logan clasped his hand across my mouth and leaned across my body flattening me against the desk. No one had ever made me whimper but he pulled the sound easily from my lips.

“The only words you are allowed until I say so are your colors, your safeword, ‘Yes, Sir’ or ‘No, Sir’. Am I understood, August?”

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