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eyed him out of the corner of her eyes. “My ass isn’t all that little.”
    “No, but it’s tight.”
    He grinned and nudged her with his elbow. His ease faded at the thought of her being in danger. He knew Karina could take care of herself. She was a well-trained officer who could fight, probably better than he could, but he still worried. He was a Dom. He would always worry.
    “One last time, Kay,” he murmured. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
    “Would you stop asking me that already?”
    He narrowed his eyes. “Yes or no, Karina.”
    She sighed, then said firmly. “Yes. Now get out of my room so I can go to bed.”
    “Fine,” he drawled as he pushed off the couch and headed to his own room.

    Brayden swallowed at the sight of Karina in a leather pleated skirt that just barely covered her ass. A matching black leather vest covered her torso and squeezed her breasts up and out. Her fair skin glowed against the black, and her thick strawberry blonde hair cascaded around her shoulders in soft curls he was dying to bury his hands in.
    Black stiletto sandals completed her ensemble and made her legs look incredibly long and defined. God, she looked good.
    “You’re just missing one thing,” he murmured, then held up his hand so she could see what dangled from his fingers.
    Her eyes narrowed, and her lips formed a stubborn, firm line. “You are not going to collar me,” she growled.
    “Yes. I am,” he replied.
    “The engagement ring isn’t enough?”
    “Nope.” Brayden walked around to her back. “Raise your hair,” he ordered.
    Karina sighed and lifted her hair, holding it on top of her head with one hand. “You’re just loving this, aren’t you?”
    Brayden smiled as he wrapped the silver choker around her neck and closed the clasp. He placed a kiss at the top of her spine and grinned as he traced the tip of his fingers over the goose bumps that covered her skin.
    “I don’t know what you’re worried about.” He pulled her hand away from her hair, forcing her to release her grip. Her curls fell around her shoulders and down her back. He brushed his fingers through the soft strands as he spoke. “The collar suits you.”
    “The color might. The meaning does not.” She turned to face him and tugged at the collar as though it choked her. “When did you get this, anyway?”
    He removed her fingers from the collar with a grin. “It’s the collar I use at the club on the new subs to show they’re not quite ready for someone else’s attention.”
    She twisted her lips. “So, yet another piece of borrowed jewelry.”
    Brayden fought his amusement at her impish attitude. He had a feeling Karina was going to be a handful, and he looked forward to it more than he probably should. He kept having to remind himself this was all for show.
    “Your ass is going to look so good with my hand print on it,” he drawled.
    Karina scrunched her nose at him, almost making him laugh. “Save it for the club.”
    He crossed his arms. “Save it for the club, Master .”
    Her mouth dropped open, then closed, then dropped open again. “Oh my God! You are not going to make me call you Master.”
    He raised an eyebrow. “What do your subs call you, Kay?”
    She scowled. “Mistress.”
    “That’s right, kitten. And I’m who?”
    “You son of a… Fine. Master.”
    She turned to grab her coat. Brayden smiled as he let his gaze travel over her long legs.
    “This is going to be so much fun,” he murmured with amusement.
    Karina scowled at him over her shoulder. “Enjoy it while you can, Dom .”
    He strolled up behind her and smoothed his hand up the side of her thigh. When his fingers slid under her skirt, she tried to jerk away, but Brayden grabbed her arm and held her in place.
    “You can’t do that, Kay,” he whispered.
    “We’re not at the club.”
    Her voice sounded just a bit breathless.
    “I know,” he whispered. “But you have to get used to my touch.”
    He brushed his lips over the