Page 177 of Renard's Deliverance

“Opal.”

“Renard,” she countered.

“Stop arguing with me and do as you’re told. You need to rest.”

“Nope. I’m rested enough. I feel good. A hundred percent.”

Total lie.

“Did you just lie to me?” he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

She sat on the sofa. Yep. As uncomfortable as it looked.

“What are you gonna do if I did?” she challenged.

Oh. Why hadn’t she thought about this before? There was no chance of him spanking her while she was injured.

Instead of looking annoyed or defeated, he just smiled.

Uh-oh.

She didn’t like the look of that smile.

“What am I gonna do? Hmm. Let’s see, I have a few choices. I could make you write lines.”

Yep. She totally didn’t feel so smug anymore. “What? No! That’s not fair.”

“It’s not fair? You know the rules, Gem. You break them, then you get punished.”

“But I’m injured.”

“Too injured to write lines?” he asked.

“Definitely.”

He walked over and crouched down in front of her. “Then you’re definitely too injured to be up and about.”

“Well, hell.”

Didn’t he just corner her nicely?

“You’re too smart for my bottom’s peace of mind,” she grumbled.

“Just because you’re injured doesn’t mean you get to break the rules, Gem. I am keeping track and there will be a reckoning.”

“Fine. I’m a bit sore and tired. But I don’t want to go back to bed. I want to sit up for a while. Maybe watch a movie and eat popcorn. Please?”

He eyed her for a long moment as she gave him her cutest look.

“Fine. But you go to bed when I tell you to. No arguments.”

“You got it, Daddy.”

He groaned. “And no calling me Daddy. Not until you’re ready to start playing again.”

Her body warmed as she gave him a heated look.

“You are definitely not ready for that.”

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