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me if it’s not.”
    She climbed out of bed and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’m sorry about calling you,” she whispered into his neck.
    He ran his hand down her back and patted her ass. “It’s over, baby. I punished you, we wiped the slate clean.” He held her by the nape and kissed her possessively. “And now that I know you’re really my girl,” he said, “there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”
    She stared, wanting to ask him what he meant, but he had already turned to go. She listened to the sound of him leaving the apartment as she curled back into the luxurious bed.
    Now that I know you’re really my girl…
    What on earth could he mean by that? And why did it make her so happy to hear?
     
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    He woke wishing he had spent the night with Lexi. He meant what he’d said about doing anything for her. He had never known the high he could get from having a girl like Lexi submit to him.
    He’d had submissives before — pain sluts who liked it dirty. Or who liked it during sex, but couldn’t take the real punishment. And he’d had girls who didn’t want to submit to his authority, but took it because they wanted his money. Stacy had fallen into that category. She sulked and made a big deal out of most every spanking.
    But Lexi was so different. First of all, she was more than a sexy body — she had a brain and a real personality. She wasn’t the type to whore herself out for a luxury apartment. He should not be happy for her misfortune, but he knew if she hadn’t been desperate, she never would have given him the time of day.
    Perhaps she never would have known she liked a dominant lover. Because he had a feeling he was her first, and her body’s responses to his authority surprised her. But how would she feel about what happened last night in the light of day? Playful spanking was one thing, real punishment another. Just because she had accepted it at the time didn’t mean it would sit right with her later.
    Maybe he should have stayed the night.
    He hung around until his daughters were up, checking in with them about their plans for the day, then he took the additional cash Lexi needed to pay the whole debt off and headed over.
    When he walked in, he found her eating a bowl of cereal on the couch in her pajamas.
    “Good morning!” She jumped up in surprise to see him, gathering up her cereal bowl, coffee mug and another plate from the coffee table and rushing to the kitchen to wash up. He could tell her he didn’t mind a few dishes, but the sight of her scurrying around to please him turned him on.
    “I’m sorry —I didn’t expect to see you until this afternoon,” she said, returning to the living room and running her hands through her hair.
    “Yeah. I wanted to see you.”
    Her eyes rounded, as if startled. Or was it hopeful? Either way, he saw she cared. Just as seeing her rush to clean up pleased him, so did seeing the need in her eyes. She didn’t just want his money. She cared.
    “Last night was intense.”
    “Intense, yeah,” she breathed, stepping into his arms and resting her cheek against his chest.
    When he heard a sniff, he pulled her head away. “Are you crying?”
    “No,” she said, wiping her eye with the back of her hand. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
    “Come here,” he said, leading her to an armchair and pulling her into his lap.
    “It meant a lot to me that you accepted my punishment last night.” He ran his thumb along her cheek. “You took it so well. I’m proud of you, baby.”
    She met his eye finally, confusion evident. “So were you really mad?”
    He lifted a brow, turning stern. “What do you think?”
    “I don’t know!” she wailed, her eyes filling with tears. “I’m sorry,” she sniffed, swiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. “I’m not usually like this.”
    “Cry all you want,” he told her. “I gave the spanking, I can handle the tears.”
     
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    She hid her face in his