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“I didn’t mean to.”

I tossed the mug in the trashcan. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?”

“How overwhelmed you were.”

“I’m not!”

My hand shot out to collar the back of his neck. “Is that the way it needs to be?”

“Fuck off, Emmett. You were the one out there eye-fucking some other man!”

“You wanna throw hot coffee on me? Fine. You wanna be a brat and cause a scene in the middle of a café? That’s fine too,” I said low and calm. “But to accuse me of looking at another man when all I see is you? I can’t allow that, baby. I won’t.”

He made a gruff sound and moved to storm off. I yanked him back, plastering my front against his back. Using my larger size, I bullied him into the nearby wall, pinning him with my bulk.

He squirmed, but I held him in place, saying nothing until his body went slack.

Only then did I pull back, reaching down to yank everything on his lower half down around his knees with one hard tug.

He didn’t protest, just arched his back, sticking his ass out while pushing his cheek closer against the wall.

He was wearing a thong today. A pale-pink shade, the strip of fabric so thin it was invisible between his rounded ass cheeks. The only indication it was even there was the bow just above the crack of his ass and the waistband stretching around his hips on either side.

The sweetness of the color and bow made my stomach swoop, and a little bit of guilt pinched my heart.

Smack!I laid into him without warning.

He muffled his cry by laying his arm against the wall and pressing his mouth against it.

Smack!I smacked the other cheek just as hard as the first and then,smack!cracked my palm across the center of his ass, right over his crack.

“Em!”

“What did you just call me?” I growled, slapping his ass again.

He didn’t pull away. He kept his ass presented to me, which only fueled my anger.

“Say it,” I demanded, spanking him again and then digging my fingers into his crack to snap the strap of the thong.

He whimpered. “Daddy.”

“Good boy,” I said, smoothing my palm lightly over his already reddened ass.

“We can’t do this here.”

Crack! Smack!I spanked him again, then again, stepping back to watch his ass jiggle. Just the sight had my dick rockhard. My handprint marking his skin only made me feel more motivated to do this here and now.

Blanketing his back with my body, I rested my arms on either side of him, pushing until he was flat against the wall.

“I will spank you anytime, anyplace if you need it,” I growled into his ear. “If you didn’t want a spanking in a public bathroom, you should have told me you were this needy before it got to this point.”

“I wasn’t.”

The sound of more spanking echoed around the room. Bodhi groaned and pushed his ass back while humping the air.

“Look at this needy boy,” I said low. “Telling his daddy he doesn’t need a spanking and then bending over for it and practically begging.”