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to ask that?”
    “Yes. You’re awful cozy with him. I need to know.”
    “So if I fucked Jake, you wouldn’t want me anymore.”
    Aaron blinked, as if trying to sort out his thoughts. “I don’t know.”
    “Fucking judgmental bastard. Get the baggage out, Aaron. You ready to weigh it in?”
    He raised his chin, probably because it was a challenge. Andersons were like roosters. They didn’t back down from a fight, no matter how stupid. He didn’t look very confident, though. “Go for it.”
    “How many women have you fucked, Aaron?”
    “Two.”
    “Yes, well, I’ve fucked one man, and he was my husband.”
    She delighted in watching Aaron pale. And cringe.
    “How many women have you kissed, Aaron?”
    “I don’t know.”
    “I’ve kissed five men, one woman, in this order—my husband, Jake, Chase, some bastard who wanted to kill me, and you. I’ve kissed Tia because I had to, again for work. Except for my husband, all of them were work-related. Including you. The wedding counts, because I was on duty.”
    She swore she could hear his knees quake.
    “I’ve blown one man—my husband. Sucking you didn’t count. Two men have felt me up intimately—again, my husband, and now you. How many women have you fondled and kissed for your job, Aaron? Your job and my job aren’t so far apart. But you kiss for money and I kiss because I might die.”
    He closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath. “I’m sorry.”
    “No, you’re not. You’re fucking judgmental, and the only reason why you are alive right now is because you are Jake’s brother. Unfortunately, my physical need for you overrides my need to kill you. At this moment. Be aware that status may change, and if it does, you are one dead, snotty punk.”
    “You’re not serious about killing me.” Oh, he still wanted to win this, she could see it in his eyes. That stubborn streak wanted to come out on top.
    “Oh, I am. I’ve killed a lot of men, Aaron. For less than what you’ve implied.”
    He looked shell-shocked. “Were you always this…mean?”
    “No.”
    “I take it the blowjob is now off the table.”
    “You’re a smart man.”
    He closed his eyes, sighed, and the smug, cocky, judgmental attitude he had dished out before dissipated. He stood, embarrassed, ashamed, shoulders rolled, his eyes on his feet instead of her face. “I’m sorry.”
    Yes, he would be very sorry. Charlotte assessed him, weighed his merits. If he were just a guy on the street, there’d be no scale of justice. He’d just be dead and bleeding out on the floor of his closet. After almost dying and losing everything that mattered to her, she no longer suffered fools gladly.
    But he was Jake’s brother. He did have quite the crappy few years. From what Jake told her, he’d been a really good kid. Incredibly smart and gifted. Shy and awkward in the midst of four older, confident, ball-twisting brothers. It had to have destroyed a part of him to realize he’d chosen the wrong path in life, and that she understood. Maybe this anger was his way to shield himself from any more heartache. She got that.
    But it was time to grow up. He would learn to submit to her, to give up his power, to be polite and gentle instead of angry. He would learn to channel that anger into pleasing her. And maybe eventually, he would be in control enough for her to trust him. For her to give him her reins and let him be in control.
    She stood, stepped forward, and stabbed her finger into his hard chest. “You will be punished for this. If you wish to salvage any kind of a sexual relationship, you will pay. Do you understand?”
    “Yes.”
    She glanced at his pants, deliciously tented. My, he was quite magnificent. “You’re still hard, aren’t you?”
    “Yes.”
    “You will go to bed and you will not jack off. Do you understand? The only orgasm you will get is from me. If I find out you’ve taken that pleasure from me, it’s over. And trust me, I will know.”
    He flinched like she