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tossed her on the couch. She s seen him pissed before, but never like this. Biting her
lip, she sat there trying to look pitiful even as she had to wonder if he was going to
spank her again.
There was something definitely wrong with her, she decided, but she didn t say
anything, mostly because Duncan was still standing over her, breathing hard and
glaring down at her while his hands clenched and unclenched into fists.
Yup, now was definitely one of those moments where keeping her mouth shut
was in her best interest, she decided.
He opened his mouth, snapped it shut and then narrowed his eyes, somehow
looking even more pissed, which was actually really impressive since he looked
seconds away from throttling her with his bare hands. Finally, he took a step back
and then another until he was heading for the front door, every muscle in his back
and arms clenched as he went about his way, making her wonder just how close he d
come to killing her with his bare hands.
When he slammed the front door shut behind him, she decided that it was
probably for the best that he d left before she could have pushed him past the point of
no return.
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nd
Wednesday, December 2 .
It was official, he d lost his goddamn mind.
That was the only explanation that would explain why he was standing outside
Dixon s bakery, trying to figure out the proper way to apologize to a woman that he d
spanked. He could send her flowers or maybe chocolate, he thought hopefully, but just
as quickly dismissed it.
There was no way that he was going to get out of there without apologizing to
the woman that he d spanked. Then again, there was probably nothing that he could
say or do that would make what he did right, but Christ, had she fucking terrified
him.
He d seen a lot on the job, more shit than he ever wanted to, fucked up accidents
that could have been avoided if someone had used their goddamn minds and never
once had he lost it like he had yesterday morning. It had taken him five hours and
just as many shots of whiskey to calm down after the scare she d given him yesterday.
He d never reacted like that to an accident or ever been that worried over a patient
before.
His reaction still shocked him. Not only had he acted like a fucking moron,
risking his life instead of calling for help, but he d actually spanked her ass close to a
dozen times. He d never hit a woman before, because he wasn t that type of guy. He d
been brought up never to raise his hand to a woman no matter how much she pissed
him off.
If his father ever found out that he d laid his hands on a woman, he would
fucking kill him. What was worse, was that his father would fucking disown him if he
ever found out just how much he d enjoyed spanking her.
Christ, he was a sick bastard, he thought miserably as he stepped out of the way
as another satisfied customer stepped out of Dixon s Bakery with a smile and a large
white bakery bag that momentarily distracted him from just how fucked up he truly
was.
He should have never touched her, never laid his hands on her, and never gave
into that first urge to spank her, because once he did, God help him, he hadn t wanted
to stop. He hadn t hurt her, he d made damn sure of that, but he d spanked her hard
enough to make her soft ass jiggle enticingly with just the right amount of-
Now was not the time to think about that, he told himself as he absently licked
his lips and forced himself to focus on a large crack in the sidewalk, willing his damn
cock to behave. He needed to make an appointment with his father when he came
back from their family trip and get his goddamn head examined, because there was no
way in hell that he should be reacting to the little menace never mind wondering how
smooth her bare ass would feel against his hand.
This was so fucking wrong, he thought with disgust as he shook his head,
grabbed hold of the front door and yanked it open, deciding to get this shit over with
quickly so that he could go back home to his miserable suspension. He walked inside,
ignored his friends waving to him, trying to get his attention and stepped in line.
Jaw clenched, he stood there, prepared to man up and apologize so that he could
get this over with and forget that last night he d woken up with his hand wrapped
around his cock and thoughts of suckling Necie s large breasts on his mind. He either
needed to get a hobby or get fucking laid, something, anything so that he could stop
those damn thoughts from haunting his mind.
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