Page 151 of Beyond the Badge: Crew

“Well, now I need to be distracted from what I just saw.”

“A family photo?” A gleam filled in her eyes.

“You know it’s not just any fucking family photo,” he growled.

“Of course it isn’t. It was an important milestone in my life. I was glad both my parents are still around to share it with me. They’re proud of my accomplishments and my father would’ve discouraged me from entering the academy if he wasn’t confident that I could handle the job. Not only do it, but do it well.”

Crew pulled in a breath through his nose. “This is not the conversation I want to have right before you get naked.”

With a shrug, she grabbed the bottom of her camisole and began to pull it up. “Well, it’s the conversation you got because you couldn’t ignore a simple photo.”

It wasn’t the photo itself. It was the reminder that he was fucking the daughter of a former colleague.

Not only fucking her, but spanking her goddamn ass.

ChapterTwenty-Nine

To be honest,Cami hadn’t really thought much about the location of the photo before putting it there. Not that he needed to know that. When she unpacked it from one of the boxes her parents shipped, she wasn’t sure that Crew would ever grace her bed with his presence again.

She could see how being “watched” by her father could be a little off-putting. She’d find a new location for it later. When she wasn’t tied up with more important things.

Like the man sitting on the edge of her bed, waiting for her to finish getting undressed.

“You’re not getting naked?” she asked him.

“Not if you don’t want to be covered in my DNA while my hand leaves an imprint against your ass.”

A shiver slipped down her spine at the anticipation of being across his lap, face down and ass up.

Her enjoying him spanking her was so damn unexpected.

Would she enjoy it with other men? Or was Crew the only one who could dole out that “punishment” and make her almost orgasm from that alone?

Either way, it was Crew sitting there waiting. No one else.

And she didn’t want it to be anyone else.

Sure, he was older than her.

Sure, he could be somewhat cocky.

Sure, he could be frustratingly bossy.

But she was no wilting violet. She could meet him head-to-head and she liked that challenge. It kept them both on their toes.

She needed a man who could handle her personality, her sense of humor, and what she did for a living.

The man watching her peel off her leggings could do that.

Plus, he was sexy as all get out.

Not only was he a natural leader, he could handle a bunch of shit thrown at him. It came from all sides, too. From the job, his ex, his own children and even his brothers.

The first being stressful, the second aggravating, the third heartbreaking and the rest? All in good fun.

Did she add to it? Of course.

“Why the hell are you grinning?” Suspicion laced his voice.

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