Page 120 of Wild Mustang Security Firm

“But we’re good… you and me… right?”

“If you’re questioning whether or not we’re together, you and I are going to have a major disagreement.”

“No, that wasn’t what I meant,” Finn said quietly.

“Glad to hear it. If you’re asking if I’m still planning to put you over my knee when we get home? Count on it…”

“But nothing bad happened…” she argued, the stress and heat catching up to her.

“Nothing bad? Let’s see, you ran off in a wilderness area you have absolutely no experience in and weren’t prepared for. I had to find you, then deal with a notorious arms dealer to negotiate for the lives of you and your brother, which I wasn’t prepared to do because you lied to both me and the people I work for. Which part of that would you not classify as bad?”

“That’s just your point of view…”

“Baby, first, where your behavior is concerned, mine is the only point of view. Second, there is no point of view involved. Those are the facts. The only thing you could even raise as a mitigating factor is you were told they’d kill Christian if you didn’t come alone. If you did any research at all, and you indicated you did, you knew handling situations like this is our bread and butter. So, there goes that argument.”

“I’m not going to win this, am I?” she said angrily.

“Nope, and fussing at me about it is only going to make your spanking worse. You stay here. I’ll turn on the a/c, then go take care of the mules, make sure they have shade and water.”

Finn started to push past him. “I’m not some delicate hothouse flower. I can take care of my own mule.”

Croft caught her by the arm and used her own inertia to swing her back around. Grasping her around the middle, he swatted her jean-clad rump several times with enough force, she danced at the sting.

“No, you’re going to do what I tell you. You’re going to stay inside, and if you’re not careful, when I’m done with the stock, I’m going to put you over my knee and give you that spanking you seemed determined to get.”

“You bastard!”

He smacked her ass even harder than before.

“Better stick with jackass, sweetheart. I’ve begun to think of that as a term of endearment. Settle down, Finn.”

“Let me go!” she snarled, managing to kick him in the shin sideways.

“Ouch, damn it,” he said, striking her backside another three times.

Her ass now felt like it was covered with bee stings. Even though her jeans had provided her with some protection, his swats had reignited the heat from his previous spankings.

“Quit! Do I need to strip those jeans down and give you a proper spanking?” said Croft angrily.

Finn’s only response was silence.

“Do I?”

“No!”

“Then knock it off.” He swatted her once more before she ceased struggling. “That’s better. I’ll have to remember a couple of good swats goes a long way to getting you to curb your temperand behave yourself. Now, go sit on the bed while I take care of the mules.”

Finn walked over to the small love seat and sat down. She might give in to avoid a worse spanking, but she’d be damned if she was going to just do what he told her by sitting on the bed. Granted it was only the difference between the love seat and the bed, but still it was a difference. Croft shook his head, reading her obvious attempt to assert some independence. She got up and wandered over to the window to watch as he unsaddled both Jasper and Sam, stowed their gear, threw them some hay, and made sure they had water. He turned to head back inside, and she hurried back to her seat—no use making him any angrier than he already was.

Croft came inside, crossed to her, and pulled her into his arms, capturing her mouth with his in a punishing kiss. He was still angry and still aroused. She could feel his hard-on pressed up against her through his jeans. Cupping her ass, he reached between them, unfastened her jeans, slipped them and her panties down past her sore bottom, and slid his hands between her legs. He smiled as he gathered the evidence of her arousal and rubbed it into her clit.

“Ah, if I only had time.”

“You do,” she moaned, finding it hard to believe she behaved so wantonly with Croft.

He had the ability to build a tremendous need in her, something she had never experienced before. The worst problem was she didn’t even question it or her willingness to surrender herself to him.

“Not to get it done right, I don’t, but get on your knees and suck me. I’ve been hard for you since this morning.”

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