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“Really? Even though I told you it’s a free day?”

His brow furrows. “Uh, yeah. I’m not a mooch.” He finally lowers his hands but he plays with the buttons on my shirt. “Do I want to do nothing but shovel cow shit for the rest of my life? Well, there are worse jobs. Believe me, I’ve had them.”

I study his face, the flecks of sapphire in his grey eyes.

He’s not lying.

“Well, I want you to take another day off then to make up for it.”

He shrugs, a playfully evil smile curving his lips. “Want to spank me for it?”

I love his startled shriek, followed by laughter, as I easily lift him and toss him over my shoulder, hooking an arm around his legs and swatting him on the ass with my other hand as I turn and head for the back door.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, pup,” I say as I head out the door and down the path to the barn housing the fun room, Mal laughing the whole way.

Yeah, I’m in love, all right.

That’s something I’ve never been able to say before.

And it terrifies me a hell of a lot more than any vampire.

At least I know where I stand with a vampire.

Chapter Forty-Six

Mal

Bottom's Up

I’m not expecting it, at all, when he tosses me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing.

I’m not about to apologize for my erection digging into his shoulder, either. I laugh all the way down to the fun room while he playfully swats my ass every few steps. Todd is a big man. Massive. He’s 6’9” and firmly muscled from what he does for a living.

When he first returned home my mind spun out a fantasy of me jumping up on him naked and him fucking me standing right there in the kitchen.

Bad Mal. Behave. Enjoy this while it lasts in case it doesn’t.

Over the years, I’ve grown pretty adept at staying in the moment and reining in my imagination over a future that was murky at best.

No reason to blow that track record now.

I hear the beep of the electric lock when he punches his code in, and then he carefully edges through the door so as not to bash my head on the door frame. After he flips on the lights—still not putting me down, mind you—he’s humming as he walks over to the cabinets and starts retrieving whatever it is he wants for tonight.

I can’t see what he’s getting, of course, because my current view is an upside-down one of his gorgeous ass in his jeans—yum!—and I’m not complaining about that in the slightest.

We turn and head over to the frame. I think he’ll put me down. Instead, once his other hand’s free, he reaches up and pulls down my shorts, tossing them on the floor.

“Shirt off,” he orders, and I immediately comply, dropping it on the floor.

Another couple of light bare-handed swats on my ass cheeks follow, and I’m squirming again but I can’t pry my legs free from his arm pinning them against him.

Then I hear a soft snick and cool lube drizzles down the crack of my ass.

“Oh, don’t stop squirming, baby,” he says, that low, sexy rumble vibrating through me. “I like it when you squirm.”

I start trying to do that and he chuckles, his arm like a warm vise against the backs of my legs, clamping them and immobilizing me.

That’s when I feel a finger slide between my cheeks and expertly home in on my hole.