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besides the clothes?”
    “No.” She hoped it involved many orgasms whatever it was.
    “First, panties off.”
    She could do that. Her fingers hooked under the strings at her hips and tugged, shimmying out of the gauzy material. The mini skirt fell back in place, so she doubted Jake got more than a flash of bare flesh before it was covered with material again.
    “There will be lots of lovin’, cake and party games, but first I’m going to spank you for your disobedience on that last mission.”
    “You wouldn’t.” But the firm look in his eyes told her that, yes, he would and he’d enjoy every second of it. A fresh flush of heat spread over her skin, sparking an ache between her thighs, the arousal in direct opposition to her growing apprehension. Chase had never spanked her more than a smack or two on the ass. She wasn’t so sure if she would like this. She turned to Chase. “You said yes to him spanking me?”
    “Eyes here, honey.” Jake grasped her chin and turned her attention back to him. “Chase gave his whole-hearted permission on this. No crops or anything like that. Just my hand. We’ll work you up to the good stuff another time.”
    She wanted to wipe the smug grin from Jake’s lips, but instead she wrenched her chin from his hand and smacked Chase on the shoulder. “You didn’t.”
    Chase narrowed his eyes, grabbed her wrist, and tugged. “I did. You deserve punishment, Jake likes a good spanking. I don’t want to spank you past a blow or two, but watching will be hot as hell. It serves all of our needs.”
    Oh, God, he was yanking her across his lap, her ass in the air. She struggled, panting with excitement and terror. “No! I’m sorry. I’ll listen. I’ll promise.”
    “You’ll like this, trust me,” Chase said, pinning her down on his lap as if she were a tiny, weak thing. She struggled harder as he hiked up her skirt, the air cooler on her bare cheeks. “And when he’s done, maybe you’ll think twice about needlessly putting your life on the line.”
    “I wasn’t in danger, and I’m not gonna like it.” But damn it, she already liked what they were doing, and they hadn’t hit her yet. Chase’s erection strained through his slacks, hot against her side. One hand restrained her around her thighs, and the other pressed her down at the small of her back, his hold firm and relentless. She felt small and helpless pinned on his lap, yet she trusted them completely.
    The pairing of those feelings ignited a maelstrom of lust and need, fueled by the gentle caress of Chase’s hand as he skimmed from her thighs to her bare cheeks. She groaned and wriggled again but only her ass moved.
    “Mmm, I like it when you squirm like that, honey.” Jake’s voice was ripe with approval. “Wiggle again for me.”
    She went still, panting, feeling funny following his orders.
    But Chase leaned down and growled, “He gave you a command, love. You will do as he asks. Don’t embarrass me by being a brat.”
    She gulped. Her heart hammered like a drum pounded to a wild rhythm. “Yes, Husband,” she whispered and wiggled a little.
    “This is your gift, love,” Chase reprimanded. His hand smacked down on her ass, and she yelped more with surprise than pain. “You wanted to give him a present. You should have researched better about what it meant for Jake to be the hostess, or you should have gone with what I wanted to get him.”
    “Yes, Husband.”
    “What were you going to get me?” Jake asked.
    “That shotgun of mine you were drooling over, and I was going to load you some of the ammo you liked for it.”
    “Hmm.” She pictured Jake rubbing his chin in contemplation. “Is it too late to go for that? Because you know how badly I want that shotgun.”
    “Hey, I can hear you two, you know,” Kate grumped. “I’m not leaving here without sex. I suggest you get to it.”
    “I’m never sending you out with Charlotte again. All she’s taught you is how to be mouthy and demanding.”