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“You can’t blaht about Kane leaving you tied to the bed for half the afternoon and into the early evening Under nore an hour if he isn’t touching you”
Peyton seely tried to ward off a smile Kane’s nose twitched They both knehat Evan had said was true Kane rarely let Peyton out of his sight and perhaps that was the probleiven her an inch and what happened? She’d taken far more than a mile Now, she’d been punished appropriately and she would ree to flirt ever cross her ain
And he was pretty sure it wouldn’t
“Let’s test that theory of yours, Evan Shall we?” Peyton fluttered her eyelashes and cocked her head “After spending the day in bed with s spread wide, I’d like to tie hi he can stay there!” She thinne
d her lips Her small nostrils flared “Trust me, Kane, I have more willpower than you do You couldn’t stand five minutes of restraint, let alone several hours!”
“I didn’t forget about you, baby,” Kane said, stroking his chin and loving the flush in her cheeks “I always knohere you are”
“Hmm Well yeah I can believe that,” Peyton snapped “Because you’re obsessed O-B-S-E—”
He hurriedly left his seat and grabbed her around the waist, bracketing his ar her forward Her palms landed on his chest and he smothered her lips with his He assaulted her feistythe way she resisted at first before she finally relaxed in his arly ready to concede
Peyton had deserved her punishment She’d outwardly flirted with one of Clink’s new bartenders Clink, owned by Patience McKay and his daughters Kiun to attract the older crowd Part of the reason the forty-plus women often walked in the place had a lot to do with the bartenders in their late twenties Each bartender there had apparently learned what it would take to earn a better living—flirt with an accomplished older woman and point her in the direction of the tip jar
Thinking of the stories that had been generated and hoomen in town had called the bartenders hotter than any olos, Kane deepened his kiss, clutching the back of Peyton’s head as he thrust inside herher to see the error of her ways
Not only had Peyton openly co prick if she wasn’t happily married, she’d place his name on her dance card As luck would have it, the bastard tracked her down and called her, pitching so Peyton with dance lessons Kane was more than happy to tell the squirt her dance card was full seven nights a week, three hundred and sixty-five days of the year Kane then went on to explain that three partners could dip and dive far better than any salsa dancer
“Dance card hell,” heher
Braden lifted a brow “What are you groaning about now?”
“We’re even, sweet cheeks,” Kane said, slapping Peyton’s bare ass and ignoring Braden
“We’re far froh force to le “You’re lucky I don’t smack the shit out of you for this stunt”