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Saving Savannah (Haven, Texas 3)

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Her mouth dropped slightly open, and he had to hold back a smile.

“Okay, Sir.”

He turned away then let the smile break free. The last thing he expected to be doing tonight was smiling.

Damn, this was going to be fun.

***

She quickly stripped.

She wasn’t sure she really trusted that glint in Logan’s eyes. Seemed like he was a bit too happy with himself, which made her wonder what the hell she was in for.

Sir, indeed. This was the first time either of her men had wanted her to call them Sir.

Savannah strode into the kitchen to find him . . . cooking? All right, so it was the kitchen. It should have been a big hint about what he planned on doing. But she still hadn’t thought he’d be cooking. Maybe grabbing a quick snack or pulling out that can of whipped cream from the fridge. That could provide a great distraction. But he was at the stove cooking what looked like a stir-fry.

“Logan?”

“What are you supposed to call me?”

“Sorry. Sir.” Damn him, he was enjoying this. She was glad she could amuse him. Still, she hadn’t been thinking of just herself when she’d asked him for a spanking. She’d thought he could use some sort of stress release as well.

He turned, giving her a nod of approval as he took in her state of undress. That probably shouldn’t have made her feel so happy, but she couldn’t deny the surge of warmth that filled her.

He moved over to her, wrapping his hands around her hips, and kissed her deeply. Logan was an amazing kisser. He didn’t view kissing as just foreplay, he didn’t rush through the motions. He took his time and he was thorough.

Very, very thorough.

When he drew back, she clung to him. He suddenly lifted her, setting her down on the counter which felt cold against her heated skin.

“Stay there,” he warned, pointing a finger at her.

She saluted him.

“Sassy brat,” he growled. But she saw his lips twitch. He grabbed a plate, emptying the food onto it.

“Um, didn’t we already eat dinner?”

“I ate dinner,” he told her. “You moved yours around on the plate in the hope I wouldn’t notice that you weren’t eating. But now I’m in charge and you, my darlin’, are going to eat.”

Well, hell, she was hoping she’d be getting fucked. Instead, he was holding a piece of broccoli up to her lips.

“If you make choo-choo noises I’m out of here,” she warned him.

“No, you’re not. Now eat.”

She opened her mouth and took a bite. It actually tasted really good.

“Somehow I get the feeling you’re not going to be a benevolent dictator.”

He just grinned and continued to feed her. She felt a little ridiculous, sitting stark naked on the counter while he fed her. But he wouldn’t let her feed herself, and after a while she just gave in and let him have his way.

She turned away when she was full. “No more,” she pleaded, placing her hand on her stomach which was almost uncomfortably stuffed.

He leaned in and kissed her lightly. “You did well, baby.”

He quickly cleaned up then pulled her up against his chest, her pussy rubbing against his stomach. She wrapped her legs around his waist.



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