Page 2 of Unexpected Redemption

Perhaps another time.

Responding to my wordless command, she saunters two steps closer. Unfortunately, she’s still out of my grasp.

“Violet, get over here, or there will be consequences.”

Sensually pinching her lower lip between her teeth, she inhales a shaky breath. “Oh no. Not that.”

Fucking irresistible woman.

Holding my stare, she darts one leg out, tapping her toes on the carpet in front of her. When I don’t react, she sets her foot down, completing the slowest step forward in the history of mankind. My head falls back in frustration, which only encourages her.

She repeats the drawn-out step with the other foot. “Is this better?”

“One more.” At this point, I could grab her, but I want her to comply willingly.

I think.

“Was that one more step forward or backward?”

“Fuck this.”

Lunging partially from my chair, I surround her waist with my arms. A squeak escapes her, followed by her sexy as fuck giggles. Instead of pulling her onto my lap so she’s upright, I bend her over my knees, face down.

“I may have made a grave error,” she sputters, her voice strained.

Better ensure she’s not in pain. “Are you okay, sugar?”

She nods eagerly. “Yes, babe.”

Running my palm over her plump ass, I give her the softest swat. “I’m not spanking you now. This isn’t the place. But remember this position because later you’re going to be in it for a while.”

“I’ll remember, babe.”

The breathy tone of her voice and wiggle of her hips tells me all I need to know about her headspace. I’ll check in with her later, but I suspect she’s getting tired of vanilla. We agreed to go home tonight instead of staying in the bunk room. I’ve got extra protection arranged, compliments of CPD. Maybe it’s time to have some fun.

I wrap one arm under her chest to help her up. “Now, get on my lap the right way so I can answer your question.”

As she settles onto my lap, her arms fall to my shoulders. Drinking up the beauty of her flushed cheeks, I trail my gaze over the delicate lines of her face, memorizing every last bit of her perfection.

Our eyes lock, and my heart stops. The way she looks at me is enough to send me to my grave happy.

Her tongue sneaks out, moistening her lips. “Confession time. I don’t recall what question I asked.”

“Does being a brat make you forgetful?”

“The squirrel in my head does. Plus, your touch tends to wipe my mind. Like a jolt of electricity to my frontal cortex.”

If that’s the case, how have I ever managed to have a coherent thought around her? Everything about her presence electrifies me.

“I’ll refresh your memory, sweetness.” I join our lips for a peck, then another, because why have one Lettie kiss when you can have two? “You asked about the situation with law enforcement.”

“Oh yeah. Well?”

“Boss,” pausing, I shake my head and amend, “your father has a good relationship with the police chief. He’s getting to know the sheriff too. Although, that’s been a harder partnership to crack for some reason.”

“And?”

“He essentially worked out an arrangement where we help them with some of their cold cases. Technical shit like I’m doing now with all this Lenkov research.”

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