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His words send a shiver down my entire body. I shouldn’t be turned on by what he just said, so why am I about ready to melt into a puddle as soon as he touches me again?

“The spanking wasn’t my fault though,” I protest.

He squirts some aloe vera onto his hand. “No?”

“No.” I pout. Dammit. I’m never too tired to brat for this man.

He glides his hand over my ass again, this time coated in the cooling gel, and I moan loudly enough that I’m sure the entire house hears me. “That feels so good,” I whimper.

“Who got spanked with my belt for being a brat, Joey?” he asks with a dark chuckle as he goes on soothing my sore ass.

“Me.” I sigh contentedly, smiling as I turn my head to the side and watch him.

He catches my eye and smiles back.

“You love your little brat though, right?” I ask, catching my bottom lip between my teeth.

“More than anything in this fucking world.” He leans down and gives me a soft kiss on the lips. When he’s done rubbing gel onto my ass, he plants a sweet kiss on each cheek.

“I hope you haven’t scarred my ass, Max. I have Monique’s birthday party next week.”

“And why is your ass going to be on display for that?” he asks, a dangerous undertone to his voice that makes me shiver.

“Because it’s a pool party. I’ll be wearing a bikini.”

He places the bottle on the nightstand, lies down, and pulls me on top of him. I snuggle into him like he’s my personal body pillow.

“I didn’t scar your ass, but we’re going to revisit you wearing a tiny bikini around a bunch of horny douchebags without me there.”

“It’s girls only. Although I guess they can be horny douchebags too.” I snicker.

He kisses the top of my head and wraps his arms around me. “I guess.”

“I’m wearing a bikini, Max,” I say, yawning and nuzzling my cheek against his hard chest.

“Hmm. We’ll see, baby girl.”

ChapterThirty-Seven

MAX

“This is a nice place,” I say, looking around Dmitri Varkov’s new coffee shop on our way through to the back office where we agreed to meet him.

Dante gives an impressed nod. “Yeah, I think maybe we need to get in on the coffee shop business. You know the markup in these places is huge.”

“Are you fucking for real? Haven’t we got enough on our plates without adding coffee shops to the mix?”

“I was thinking of something Joey could take the lead on. I figured you’d prefer that over her being involved in the casinos.”

He’s got a point. The casino deals can get bloody, and I don’t want my girl in the middle of all that. But I don’t think I have much choice. “If you give your sister a chain of coffee shops to run, she’ll just branch out and buy her own fucking casino, D.”

He rolls his eyes. “She fucking would too.”

“What about Kat? She’s always looking for things to keep her occupied, and she’s smart enough to run a business.”

“My wife is going to have her hands a whole lot fuller very shortly,” he says, a wicked glint in his eye.

“You’ve knocked that poor woman up again, haven’t you?”