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The other man looked over at him and grinned slightly. “Guess you’ll be taking off soon, huh?”

“You guessed wrong.”

“You’ll need to get back to your job, though,” Reagan said worriedly. “Now that the threat to me is over.”

They hadn’t had that conversation about their future yet. He hadn’t wanted to have it last night while they were both tired and trying to process what had happened. There was a part of him that didn’t want to have it at all. Because he was scared. Because he was worried that once all this danger was over, she’d realize that she deserved better than him.

“I’m coming, too,” Reagan said.

“No.”

She gave him a disgruntled look. “The threat is over. You’re no longer my bodyguard. Therefore you don’t get to give me orders.”

“I am still your Dom. No.”

Her eyes snapped with furious fire. Glorious and sizzling. He didn’t like the way Henderson talked about her, and he wasn’t having her exposed to that.

“Want me to call Tara?”

“What I’d like is a bit of peace and quiet.” She stood.

He grabbed her hand before she could storm out of the room. He tumbled her onto his lap and gave her a blistering kiss. She melted into his arms.

He leaned down, his mouth close to her ear. “Take a bath. Then wait for me. Naked. On the bed. On your back. Legs spread.”

Her breathing quickened, and she squirmed in his hold. He stood and set her on her feet. Then he gave her a sharp smack on her ass. “Go.”

He made certain the alarm was set and the door locked before he left.

“If looks could kill,” Jack said with a laugh. “Wouldn’t want to be in your shoes when you get home.”

If he knew what would be waiting for Tiny when he got home, he’d think differently.

***

Anger was a roiling beast inside him when he arrived back at Reagan’s apartment two hours later. The bastard, Henderson was claiming he had no clue what Maddy had been up to. Tiny wasn’t certain whether to believe him or not, but he admitted he wanted him to be guilty, so he had an excuse to kick his ass.

He’d come close when Henderson called Reagan a bitch. Roarke and Jack had to hold him back. He’d enjoyed the way Henderson had paled. Roarke had kicked him out of the club, saying he’d been on his last chance, and his attitude toward Reagan had pushed him over.

Tiny moved through the apartment toward Reagan’s bedroom. Had she obeyed him? She’d been mad at him when he’d left. When he stepped into the bedroom and saw her on the bed just as he’d instructed, his breath left him in a whoosh. He stood there, staring at her for the longest time.

“Reagan.”

She stared up at him. He walked forward then crouched by the bed and kissed her. He kissed her like it was their last kiss. As though they’d never kiss again.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” she whispered, her eyes wide.

“For this. I know you’re mad.”

She sighed. “Not at you. Not really. I’m just tired of everything being out of my hands. In case you didn’t realize it, I kind of like to be in control.”

He grinned. “I guessed.” Meant that much more that she surrendered to him. That she allowed him to take control.

“What did he say?”

“Denied knowing anything. Enough about him.” Henderson had no place here. With them. “I’m going to spank you.”


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