Page 121 of Her Daddies' Everything

Oh, she wasn’t scared. She was definitely interested. And aroused.

“Well, it might involve me putting you over my knee, then my hand smacking down on your naughty, bare ass.”

Another heavy swallow.

“Cupcakes,” she whispered. “You wouldn’t.”

“You know better than that. Already had a taste.”

Immy sat up, looking flustered. “That didn’t go well.”

“You know me better now.”

“But don’t I, uh, have to consent to that or something?”

He raised his eyebrows. “Do you? Is that in your books? Do you read about BDSM relationships?”

“Sometimes,” she said.

“I’m a Dom. But we don’t have that relationship.” Yet. “You say stop, I’ll stop.”

“You will?”

“You don’t trust me to stop, Cherry?”

She studied him, then let out a deep breath. “I trust you to stop.”

And just like that, he felt like he was twelve feet tall and could do anything. Just because he had her trust.

Christ.

If this woman ever discovered the power she could have over him . . . he would be in big trouble.

Urgh.

Immy was in big trouble.

Because her brain would not stop conjuring up the image of her over Tobias’s knee.

And. It. Was. Hot.

So hot that she felt flushed. Was it getting hotter in here? Was she getting sick?

Actually, that wouldn’t surprise her since she hadn’t been taking very good care of herself. And she’d been avoiding theothers as much as she could over the last few weeks, knowing that they’d know something was up.

All because of what happened with Jenner . . . all right, that was enough to throw a bucket of cold water on her arousal.

Urgh.

What happened between them was all her fault. Only she couldn’t work out how to apologize.

Sorry for throwing myself at you?

Sorry for kissing you?

It was an accident?

Lame, Immy.

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