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“Set a good example,” Chandler shot back before going back to his own seat.

With a shrug, he turned to Chyanne. When he caught her eye, he patted his lap meaningfully.

She hesitated, but only for a second. Then she came bounding over to him and scampering into his lap.

“Little,” Chandler fake-coughed.

Aaron decided to ignore it and used his fork to cut a piece of pancake. Then he lifted it to her lips.

Her soft grass-green eyes locked with his and she parted her full, kissable lips.

Instantly, his memory called up the vision of her last night. Of those lips around his cock. And damn if it didn’t make him hard in less than a second. Unfortunately, he knew damn well they didn’t have time for that this morning—and it was a shame.

Forcing himself to focus, he slid the pancake inside her mouth. His gaze was drawn to her mouth like a magnet.Dear God, how does she make chewing look sexy?It shouldn’t be possible, but…

The next thing he knew, she was holding his fork and a piece of buttered, syrup-drizzled pancake was in front of his mouth.

“Your turn,” she said.

He didn’t normally care for pancakes, but how could he turn down an offer like that? So he accepted the bite, and to his surprise, it was actually quite delicious. Or maybe having a hot-as-hell redhead on his lap helped whet his appetite.

“We all need to eat up,” Chandler announced, “and be quick about it. We’ve got to get to work.”

As soon as the words exited the other man’s mouth, Chyanne was bouncing on Aaron’s lap. “I get to meet my horse today?”

Chandler gave her a pitying look. “Uh, no. Notthatkind of work.”

Aaron couldn’t help but see the dismayed look on her face and he felt a surge of pity for her.

“Then what?” she demanded, disappointment immediately giving way to annoyance.

“We all get chores every morning,” Chandler explained patiently. “You’ll be cutting the grass, I believe.”

Her mouth dropped open and she gaped at Chandler. Then she turned to face him. “But…”

“We all do chores,” Aaron echoed his fellow dom. “But this one is… specially tailored to you.”

The beautiful lips he’d been admiring mere minutes ago twisted into a pout. “I’m a rider.Thatis a chore tailored to me.”

He wrapped his arm around her waist and let his hand fall to her bottom where he squeezed, watching as she winced from his little reminder. “Okay, I’ll put it another way. Yesterday, your ass paidusfor your brattiness and disrespect. Today, you’ll pay Nate.”

She scowled and tried to get off his lap, but he tightened his grip and kept her right where he wanted her.

“Now, eat.”

She did, he had to give her that. She didn’t say another word and the tension in her rigid body let him know in no uncertain terms that she was pissed, but she followed his order. In fact, she ate fast enough to make herself sick, and as soon as she was done she pushed the plate away and whirled on him.

“May I be excused?” she asked, her mouth still full of pancake.

“Charming,” he remarked with a chuckle. “Just a minute. I’m sure I don’t have to remind you the consequences—”

She rolled her eyes.

“Swallow,” he ordered sternly.

Chyanne’s eyes widened in surprise, but she made an exaggerated show of chewing and swallowing.

As soon as she had, he flipped her over his lap and yanked her nightgown up. Her cheeks had been cherry red when she’d gone to bed the night before, but the color had faded back to a pale porcelain. And clearly the lesson she’d been given had faded from her memory. Well, he’d see to that.