He’s her biggest problem.
Mellie Anne can’t seem to get rid of FBI Agent Max Lemons. He wants to protect her. She just wants to be left alone.
While visiting her late husband’s grave, Mellie is the target of an attack.
Max demands she follow his orders or face the consequences. When they’re thrown together in spite of their vexation with each other, Mellie realizes that maybe Max isn’t the enemy after all.
Publisher’s Note: This steamy, action-packed romance contains elements of power exchange. Although it is the third book in the Cape Danger series, it can be enjoyed independently.
She gasped. “That’s not fair.”
“I think it’s very fair. Are you ready?”
“No.” She shook her head fiercely. When he lifted her to bring her down across his knee, she put a hand to his chest.
“I’m losing patience, Melanie Anne. What?”
“Does this mean you’re a dominant?”
“Unless you were my submissive, it wouldn’t matter.”
“But—” She was sputtering now.
Max put a hand on the small of her back. “You’re stalling, Mellie. But what?”
“But if y-you’re not my dominant and I-I’m not your submissive, why are you doing this?”
“Because I’m also an old-fashioned guy, and you’re being a brat. Be still. If you keep stalling, I’ll add more swats.” He put her down over his knee and trapped her legs between his. Raising her bottom higher, he reached for both wrists and brought them behind her back, capturing them in his left hand. “I’m taking down your panties this time.”
“No!” She tried to wiggle away, and he hooked his fingers into them and brought the lacy little things down to her knees. She squealed as she realized what he was doing.
“Mellie? Be still.” He brought his hand down hard, covering both cheeks at once and leaving a red stripe in the shape of his hand all the way across her bottom.
“Oh! You’re killing me, Max!”
“I hardly think so. But you might, by the time I finish.”
“No, stop! You can’t do this to me!”
“Can’t I? Let’s work on that attitude a little, and then maybe you won’t need it as much.”
“My attitude is fine.”
Max stopped, his hand high in the air, and leaned down so his face was inches from hers. “Pardon me? What did you just say to me?”
Her gaze rose very slowly to his. “Um… I meant… I’m sorry, Max.”
He moved her back upright, putting her back into place. “You will be.”
As he lowered her once again and put her into position, she began squealing. He, in turn, began spanking once again. After a few moments, her squeals turned to wails, and within a few more, the wails turned to howls. But she needed this, and he wasn’t about to stop. Not now.
At the end of twenty-five, he continued. Finally, at forty-five, he stopped, and Mellie relaxed across his lap. He smiled, thinking how submissive she looked draped over his lap, her little bottom bright red. When he rested his hand across it, he heard soft weeping coming from her.
“I’m s-sorry, Sir. I’m really sorry.”