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“I don’t know about the others, but this sadist does.”

“But isn’t that...sticky?”

His lips tipped up in a full grin, his first since she’d stood him up. “Not after I lick it off.”

Her mouth rounded, but, from the sparkle in her eyes, which, thank fuck, wasn’t more tears, he could see she liked the idea.

Dan lifted her by the waist and set her on her feet. “I’ll get the syrup and meet you upstairs.” He rose and strode toward the kitchen. “You’ve got a head start. Better be waiting for me when I get there. That means naked, or I’ll be licking my chocolate off your bright-red ass.”

“I’ll be in bed awaiting your pleasure, sir.”

“Mm, I like the sound of that, but who said anything about a bed? Chocolate would stain the sheets. Besides, I’m looking forward to savoring my s’more on the floor on her hands and knees.”

She gasped as she dashed for the stairs. “We don’t have marshmallows for the center, remember?”

“You will shortly when I’m inside you.”

Bella tripped on the first step, catching herself on the rail. When she righted herself, her hands flew to her crimson cheeks. “The things you say.”

“You’d be wise to worry about the things I do. The clock is ticking, and you’re standing there with your clothes on.”

He chuckled at her feet pounding up the stairs and across the hardwood floor as he opened the fridge.

Chapter 16

AS ORDERED, BELLA KNELTon all fours on the washable rag rug on the floor at the foot of her bed. She should have been miles away from San Antonio, but selfishly, she couldn’t bear to leave her new home, new job, new friends, and especially Dan. The creak of the stair treads as he approached sent shivers down her spine, intensifying her longing for him. She closed her eyes, preparing herself for the pleasure and punishment that was about to come. He hadn’t said so, but he’d spanked her for far less.

Dan entered the room, holding a bottle of syrup in one hand. His eyes locked with hers then moved over her naked form, desire evident on his face and in the prominent bulge in the front of his snug-fitting black jeans. He moved to her side and squatted beside her.

“You look absolutely delicious,” he whispered, his voice low and husky. Bella’s breath hitched at his words, her body responding to his commanding presence. She bit her lip, unable to contain her excitement any longer.

The bottle of syrup forgotten for the moment, his hand gently caressed her cheek and her shoulder then swept slowly down her bare back, his touch sending electric shocks through her body.

“You’re mine, Bella. All mine. We’ll straighten out whatever this is together.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied, voice barely a whisper.

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