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the useless phone out of her purse and peeked into the bedroom. The door to the master bath was standing ajar, presumably so he could hear her if she called out. Slipping into the steaming bathroom and crouching on the floor, she searched his shed clothing for the confiscated battery and sim card. She paused at the Kevlar vest, noticing there were two bullets mashed in, just over his heart. Hers gave a lurch at the thought that he would have died that afternoon without the vest. Underneath it lay his black pants, and she found the phone parts in the back pocket where he’d placed them. Palming them, she crept back out and stood in the bedroom to pop the back off her phone.
    The large hand that closed over her fist made her shriek. An arm wrapped around her waist and yanked her backward, against a wet body. “Zac!” she gasped, her lungs closing.
    “What did I tell you would happen if you disobeyed me?” he growled.
     
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    It was a dangerous line to tread, considering he was on thin ice with her, but Zac had seen the way Becca’s pupils dilated and her nipples pointed when he’d threatened to spank her earlier. He knew from monitoring her computer she still spent her free time downloading spanking romances to her Kindle, cruising domestic discipline blogs, and watching punishment videos. Spanking was her kink and the idea of fulfilling her fantasies turned him on.
    But she was scared—possibly too scared. He’d triggered another asthma attack by surprising her and she was trembling in his hold. The shower was still running—he’d wrapped a towel around his waist when he got out, but left the water on to mask the sound of his approach. He tugged her with him as he walked backward into the bathroom and shut the door behind them.
    She tried to twist in his grasp, nervous about his intent. “Shh,” he said in her ear, leaning against the door and pulling her to lean against him. “You’re just going to breathe in the steam until your lungs have opened.”
    He felt a slight relaxation in her muscles as she gave him more weight, leaning back against his chest and spreading her ribs in the front. He pried her fingers open to retrieve the phone battery and sim card, which he tossed back on top of his clothing.
    Her breath was starting to calm. He rubbed her arms and held her against his body so she felt his strength. When her breath slowed to a normal pace, he pulled her in the direction of the toilet, where he put one foot up on it and folded her across his knee, tossing her skirt up.
    “No!” she cried. “Stop it!”
    He peeled her panties down.
    “You can’t—”
    His hand connected with her ass, making a resounding slap.
    “Stop! Parker will hear!”
    He brought his hand down again in the same spot. “Not with the shower on,” he said. “You deliberately disobeyed and now you’re going to be punished.” He brought his hand down with his full strength and she jerked and pinched her butt cheeks together.
    “No!”
    She wriggled so he had to hold her torso firmly as he started spanking her bare bottom fast and hard. Her skin turned from creamy white to blush to sunburn red. He had read the books she downloaded, followed the blogs she liked. He knew part of the turn-on was being forced to submit. But knowing what turns someone on doesn’t mean they want it from you. Becca continued to struggle, seeming to become angrier. It had been a fine line and it was possible he’d crossed it. He debated whether to stop or go on.
    “French fry!” she yelled.
    He stilled.
    Her safe word.
    Disappointed she’d rejected him, angry with himself for messing up, he pulled up her panties and flipped down her skirt, releasing her. He turned off the shower, opened the door to the bedroom and stepped out, dropping the towel to pull on clean clothes from the bag Marcus had brought. He listened to the sound of her ragged breath, keeping his ear trained to be sure she didn’t pick up the cell phone parts again.
    She