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shush her, winking. “I also eat what I want, when I want, in moderation. If I want a few burgers, I have them. I know, if I deny myself, I’ll just want it more.” He made a point of looking up and down her gorgeous body, and she shivered. “I also walk upstairs and park in the farthest spot in the parking lots.”
    “That’s because you have a shiny car.”
    “It’s a Mustang.”
    She shrugged with a teasing smile and a glint in her eyes. “They’re all the same to me.”
    “I’ll have to teach you about cars someday, but we have some unfinished business to take care of first, don’t we?” He picked up the bill and reached out to take Macy’s hand.
    Her breaths had quickened and pink tinged her cheeks.
    “Macy, do you want me to teach you how to be nicer to your dance partners?”
    “Yes, sir?” she whispered.
    He arched an eyebrow and pulled her from her seat.
    “Let’s go, naughty girl.”
     

Chapter Three
     
    He shouldn’t be doing this. It went against every dictate he had set for himself for the last eight months. No dancing, no safe words, no holding a woman by her hair while he fucked her mouth. And absolutely no bending a beautiful woman with a curvy ass over his knee to spank her bare bottom with his hand, while getting hard in anticipation of fucking her raw. Yeah. None of that. Not after Sveta.
    But Macy called to him in a way he hadn’t felt before. She had become quite human again—humorous, intelligent, and pleasant to be around—as soon as he had gotten her something to eat. Dane didn’t bow down to an enraged woman, though. He had other ways of helping her calm down. And he was about to partake in his favorite activity.
    He shouldn’t bare her ass and paddle her. But the way her eyes had sparked, her breathing had quickened, and her cheeks had flushed… He couldn’t get it out of his head. He had to see his handprints decorating her ass.
    Escorting Macy into the studio, he locked the doors, and confirmed everyone was gone for the day. If he still had what it took, they would both get something out of this.
    “Do you know what a safe word is?”
    “I’ve read about them.” She nodded.
    “What kind of books do you read?” He tilted her chin up toward him.
    She shrugged, her eyes darting to the far corner of the room. “Erotic romance.”
    “Tell me about these erotic stories. Which parts turn you on the most?”
    Her soft whimper echoed through the room as she shuffled over to play with the wooden bar. “I like the dirty talk and the spankings.” She bit her lower lip and grasped the bar, focusing on it as she fidgeted in place. “But I’m…” Her face contorted with something between fear and revulsion.
    “Where did you go just then? What were you thinking?”
    “I’ve never done anything like this in my life. I want to try it but I can’t. It’s too much.” Panic flared in her eyes as she appeared to gauge the distance to the door.
    “Macy. Macy,” he spoke louder commanding her attention again. “We won’t do anything you don’t want to do. Come. Talk to me.” He sat down, leaned against the mirror, and patted the floor next to him.
    Her breathing gradually slowed, and she took a deep inhale before sitting down. Furrowing her brow, she cleared her throat. “I told you about my ex.”
    “He’s a dickless idiot,” he growled, making her giggle.
    “I agree with your assessment, but there are things—some things he may have been correct about.” She fiddled with a lock of her hair and her brows knitted.
    “Tell me.”
    “Well, look at me.” Her eyes flashed. “We can both agree I’m not exactly thin.”
    “You’re beautiful.”
    “I’m fat.”
    “You’re curvy.”
    Her lips thinned, and the color drained out of her face. “I’m frigid.”
    “What do you mean by frigid?”
    “What the hell do you think it means?” She bolted to her feet, waving her hands wildly. “Why do you think he cheated on me? Why did he choose two other women