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“I do.” He swatted her again. “We’re going to get the rules straight, and you’re going to understand the consequences of your disobedience.”

“You jackass,” she said, stomping his foot and trying to squirm out of his embrace.

“And you’re a nasty tempered, wild filly, who could use some taming.”

“You think you’re man enough to try?” she taunted.

“Don’t push me, Willa. You won’t like how I respond… or maybe you will.”

“Let go.”

“Only if you agree to wash your hands and come sit with me so we can talk.”

Putting both hands on his chest, she took advantage of his loosened hold and shoved with all of her might, making him stumble back a step or two. Before she could make the scathing remark she’d planned, he spun her around, stripped her of her leggings, and bent her over the island, sending flour everywhere.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The sting he inflicted before was nothing compared to the heat and pain that spread across her backside, but worse was the arousal that spiked through her system. It occurred to her Mac really wasn’t a man to be trifled with. He was ex-special forces and now led a unit of the US Marshal Service’s Fugitive Retrieval Team—the men and women who hunted down the worst of the worst escapees and provided witness protection to federal witnesses.

He brought his hand down several more times, covering the fullest part of her ass as well as her lower cheeks. The harder he spanked, the more the heat, pain, and arousal grew. Willa couldn’t tell which was more disconcerting, the fact he was spanking her or that she was getting so turned on from it.

“Had enough?” he growled.

“Yes,” she said, surprised her answer sounded so meek.

“Good,” he said, pinning her down as he stepped directly behind her. She heard him unbuckle his belt and felt as he unbuttoned the fly to his jeans. “Yes or no, Willa. Decide.”

“Yes,” she barely breathed out.

Mac reached between her legs and found her clit, circling and rubbing before tugging on it. She moaned in pure need. The head of his cock probed her wet, swollen lips, then pushed forward, penetrating her. Her pussy walls softened and expanded to take his length and girth. His hands moved to her hips, holding her in place as he thrust into her, his hips butting against her sore ass, reminding her he’d just spanked her.

Willa had never been fucked like this and by a man who knew precisely what he was doing. She moaned as her sheath pulsed along his length. He drove into her repeatedly, plundering her pussy, stretching her over and over. She could feel his cock expanding and trembling, letting her know his orgasm was close—but hers was closer. Had he not been holding her against the island, Willa’s legs would have buckled. Her breath sped up, and her moans became whimpers as her orgasm approached faster than she could comprehend.

“Come for me, Willa,” he commanded softly.

She fell over the edge as he gave one last hard, deep thrust, driving to the end of her sheath. Crying out in ecstasy, her pussy spasmed as it clamped down hard, and Mac released a torrent of cum into her. Her legs trembled as she writhed beneath him, her cunt greedily milking his cock, savoring every bit of pleasure he could give her. It felt as though her orgasm lasted an eternity as he spent himself deep inside her.

Mac uncoupled from her, drawing her up off the island into his arms. He carried her out to the porch, which wasn’t easily seen from anywhere else on her ranch. Sinking back into one of the rocking chairs, he cradled her in his lap, rocking her slowly, crooning softly.

“Mac?” she said softly.

“It’ll be okay, Willa. Just hush and let me hold you.”

She snuggled against him, and they watched the sun go down. Willa became drowsy and would never remember Mac taking her into the bedroom they would come to share. He made love to her twice more that night, and when the lease on his loft came up for renewal, he moved the remainder of his things to Willa’s, which hadn’t already made their way there.

Chapter

Two

Present Day

“I was restless and didn’t want to wake you, so I went for a ride…” she said lamely.

Mac pushed her onto her belly and swatted her ass three times. There were times he wondered how stupid she thought he was.

“Damn it, Mac, that hurts.”

“Don’t you tap dance with the truth with me. We both know you moved some of those damn mustangs from a place you didn’t think they were safe to someplace you felt they were. Don’t we?” he growled, his palm itching to do more than just sting her tail a few times.

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