Page 35 of Undo Me

He still had time. And he refused to spend it in regret or waste another minute.

She wasn’t going to cry. So what if he was moving on to a new conquest? She still looked good, and there were plenty of men at this wedding, a lot of them single and most probably human. One of them who would still be there for breakfast in the morning.

Bethany walked up the stairs, heading to Isabel’s room—her room— needing a moment to get her game face on. He’d no doubt leave with his new conquest, and she’d be able to go back down and be there for her friends, maybe even witness the mambo’s ritual before she found a rebound of her own.

Sure, the idea might not sound that great to her now, but that’s what liquor was for, right?

She started to close the door, but something was blocking her way. Something big and beautiful and angry. BD had followed her?

She hadn’t expected that at all.

“Done with her already? She must be easier than she looked.”

He barged in and slammed the door behind him, turning the lock with a firm, ominous click. “You look beautiful in that dress, Blue Eyes.”

She took a step back at the predatory look in his eyes. “So everyone keeps saying. I think I’ll go back downstairs. Spend the rest of the night dancing.”

Bethany tried to move past him toward the door, but he was having none of it. He bent his knees, wrapped his arm around her hips and slung her over his shoulder. Her hair fell like a curtain around her, blocking her view. “Put me down.”

He tossed her on the mattress and grabbed hold of her before she could scramble away, positioning her until she was facedown onto his lap.

Her mouth went dry. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Dancing.” He lifted her skirt, making a disapproving noise as he noticed her sensible underwear. “This was not what I was expecting.”

“My other pair was shredded.” When she remembered why, her breathing grew labored. His grip on her body tightened. He was remembering, too.

The sound of tearing fabric filled the room, and Bethany felt the air hit her bare skin. “Son of a bitch.”

“Language,” he groaned above her, his big hand squeezing and caressing the skin he’d revealed. “We don’t need anything between us, do we, Blue Eyes? Not for this conversation.”

“This is not how normal people have conversations,” she explained to the floor as she tried to wriggle out of his grip. “I get that you wouldn’t know that, so I’ll explain it in terms a sexual being might understand. I’m not in the mood.”

“Liar.”

Her gasp of indignation turned into one of genuine shock as she heard the crack of his palm across her left cheek, the stinging heat following seconds later. He spanked the other cheek, humming in satisfaction at her body’s reaction.

“A-are you spanking me?”

“I am.” He sounded way too pleased with himself. And far too aroused.

“Why?” She wasn’t sure how she felt about it, to be honest. It was a little insulting and insanely erotic. Her body was fully on board with his manhandling, however. It must be. She’d never gotten this wet so quickly before.

“Why?” he repeated. “Why does Bethany deserve a spanking? Let me count the ways. You questioned my manhood, accused me of using subterfuge to seduce you and said I was too pretty to date.”

Smack.

“You ran away from me not once.” Smack. “Not twice.” Smack. Smack. “But three times.”

Good grief.She really shouldn’t be enjoying this so much. Her ass definitely shouldn’t be lifting hopefully, waiting for more.

Where the hell was her pride when she needed it? “I hope I get my turn next,” she bluffed, breathless. “I’ve got my own list, and it involved knee abrasions, caveman tactics and…”

“And what?” he murmured. “Say it.”

“Flirting.”

Smack.

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