Page 96 of Beyond the Badge: Crew

“It’s not my kink.”

“Would you rather be with someone shy and virginal?”

“Virginal? No.”

“A doormat, then?”

Would he? One that didn’t give him any shit?

In truth, no, that sounded boring.

He was fucked.

He dropped his head and rubbed his forehead. He needed more coffee.

“Do you have a kink?”

He answered that unexpected question with, “Apparently, women who like to be difficult.”

Maybe it had been a bad idea to take her to breakfast.

Luckily, the great thing about diners was that the food came out lightning fast. So when the waitress returned, plunking down their plates, he hoped that was the end of that line of conversation.

He should’ve known better.

Cabrera held out her steak knife. “Daddy, will you cut my steak for me?”

“Don’t start,” he muttered with a shake of his head.

“Why, what are you going to do? Put me over your knee and spank me?”

“Stop.”

“What part is bothering you? Me calling you Daddy, or the part about spanking me?”

“Cabrera,” he growled.

“I actually prefer the second over the first.”

He glanced up from drowning his pancakes with syrup. “What?”

Using her knife, she was sawing at her steak and keeping her eyes on her plate, effectively avoiding his when she parroted, “What?”

“What did you say?”

“Nothing.” She dragged a chunk of steak through runny egg yolk and then popped it into her mouth. She closed her eyes andmmm’d.

“You said…” He pulled in a breath. Between the spanking comment and her moaning over her meat, his dick twitched in his jeans.

What was wrong with him?

He needed to drop this conversation before he sat in this booth with a full-fledged hard-on, watching her lick her lips and close her eyes in ecstasy over her damn breakfast.

They were in a fucking diner, not a Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse. The steak couldn’t be as good as she was making it out to be. It probably came from an old, dried-up milk cow and was tough as leather.

“Wow, that hits the spot.” She took a sip of water, then grinned across the table at him. “Kind of like how your cock did.”

“Cabrera,” he growled. He was damn glad the tables and booths around them were empty at this time of morning.

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