Page 99 of Beyond the Badge: Crew

She stopped halfway to her car and glanced back over her shoulder at him.

“Just how tired are you?”

Because, yes, he was a fucking dumbass who hadn’t gotten enough of her abuse yet.

But then, apparently that was his kink.

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Since Fletch’shouse was on the way to his condo, they went there. Plus, he wasn’t sure he wanted her to know just how close he lived. Yet.

His guarded, gated community was only about two blocks away. Fletch actually bought his house after driving by it on his way to Crew’s place one night.

She pulled her Audi into the garage while he parked his Harley in the driveway and ducked into the garage before she shut the door.

“I need to let Murphy out. And I really should take a shower. These pants made me sweat and my hair absorbed every damn smell in that bar last night.”

“Shower sounds good,” he murmured, following her deeper into the house, since he planned on joining her.

They were greeted by the big gray galoot. The dog whined when he saw Cabrera and his tail wagged lazily as he lumbered over to her for a head scratch.

“C’mon, Murph,” she called, heading toward the back door.

Crew waited in the kitchen while she went out back with the Irish Wolfhound. But it wasn’t long before they came back into the house.

“All good?” he asked.

“Yes, I—”

He didn’t even give her a chance to finish her thought before he tackled her.

“What—”

Once he got a good grip, he tossed her over his shoulder like a sack of flour.

“Crew!” she shrieked.

As he hoofed it through the kitchen, he ignored her complaints, as well as Murphy hopping around and releasing deepwoofs, thinking it was playtime.

It was.

Just not with him.

As he carried her into the bedroom, it drilled home the fact of how petite the woman was.

And she was going head-to-head with big, burly bikers every night.

That did not relieve his worry.

Instead of tossing her on the bed, he set her on her feet. But before she could move, he snagged her wrist, sat on the edge of the mattress and yanked her so hard, she lost her balance.

He used that advantage to pull her across his lap face down, ass up.

“What are you doing?”

“Into spanking, are you?” She looked too fucking good across his lap.

“I was kidding,” she insisted.

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