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He lifted his head so he could scowl down at her. Sweet cocky fool. “You’re the Mistress. You’d damned well better get what you need first.”

“Which is why you made sure I came first tonight, even though I had your cock begging for mercy.”

“Of course.”

“And that, soldier boy, is why I love you so much. You can protect and serve me anytime you want.”

“Marines don’t protect and serve. That’s the police, and I’m not a cop any more.”

“You know what I mean.”

He rubbed his lips against hers. “I feel like I ought to be apologizing.”

She threaded her fingers in the short hairs at his nape, giving a little bit of a tug. His nostrils flared and his cock stirred against her thigh. “Now what?”

He grinned, sitting up enough to snag her nightgown. “I’m pretty sure I ruined your fancy Victorian nightgown.”

Blackberry cobbler was smeared all over it. She took it from him and tossed it back on the floor. Then with a very firm hard look in her eyes, she planted her palm on his chest and pushed him toward the mattress, flat on his back. “I think I’ll have to punish you if those stains don’t come out.”

Eyes heavy lidded, he stared up at her and without her request, slid his hands up over his head, searching for part of the bed frame to hold onto. “Yes, ma’am.”