“What are we going to do about this?” he said, gesturing to the cake. “Nothing, it was just a joke. We don’t have to eat—” “No, Noemi. I told you not to do something, and you disobeyed.” The wicked gleam in his eye had my pulse racing. “You’ll need to be disciplined. Should I do it now? Or later?” “You said not to get you a sheet cake,” I reminded. “That one’s round.” His eyes narrowed, but his expression remained playful. “Are you talking back to me?” I clenched tighter on the heels in my hands and bit my lip, considering my options. Oh, hell, I was tired of fighting my desire. “Okay. Now,” I
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