Tabitha smiled up at him. “I want that too. I think I’ve wanted it for a long time, despite the way you disciplined me in the slave market—or maybe…maybe because of it.” She blushed as she admitted it—who could have guessed that being disciplined could be a turn-on? She had an idea it wouldn’t be with anyone else but him.
As though he was reading her mind, a slow smile spread over his face. “I want you to know, Tabitha, that just because you’re going to be my mate it doesn’t mean you’ll stop being Sergeant Bryce. And if you commit an act that requires punishment, I won’t hesitate to give it.”
Boldly, Tabitha stood on her tiptoes and brushed her mouth against his. “I look forward to it…Sir,” she murmured against his lips.
As Keer groaned softly and crushed her to him, covering her mouth in an insatiable kiss, Tabitha decided that she liked being tied into knots just fine—as long as it was Keer doing the tying.