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This time he reached out and covered my mouth with his hand. When I licked his palm, he sighed and dropped it.
Two minutes after that, I gave it one more attempt.
“How could you and my brothers leave me out and–”
This time, he slowed the truck just shy of slamming on the brakes and pulled over to the side of the road. It was the snap of the seatbelt that cut off my words.
He turned in his seat to face me, his forearm over the top of the wheel.
“The more you talk, the longer the punishment will be.”
“Punishment!” I sputtered. I was appalled, not only with being in trouble for going to confront Rod Severs alone but because my nipples hardened at the deep timbre of his voice and the intention behind it.
“He wasn’t even there!”
He winged up a brow and I bit my lip.
“Trust me, love, I’m gonna like this a hell of a lot more than you.”
I didn’t like the sound of that, so I kept my mouth shut. When he parked in front of myhouse, I was a little nervous and remained seated.
Beau opened my door for me and I met his gaze. I wasn’t going to show him any fear–not that I was afraid of him, but the mystery of thispunishment–so I tipped up my chin.
That had him grinning.
“Go to your bedroom and take off all your clothes. I want you on your bed, legs spread so I see the pussy that belongs to me when I come in.”
Okay, that was hot. And ridiculously caveman.
“Why is it that men keep thinking they can boss me around?” I asked, setting my hands on my hips when I stepped down.
He moved in close and I had to tip my chin back to meet his gaze. Beneath his Stetson, his face was in shadow, but I couldn’t miss the burning intensity in his gaze, the scruff on his jaw.
With a firm grip on my waist, he spun me around so I faced inside my truck. He tugged down my jeans and panties in one go so they sat just below my ass. I fought and tried to spin back, but a hand at my upper back pushed me down over the seat.
His hand came down on my upturned butt in a hard swat.
He leaned over me and his voice was more rumble than anything else when he said, “The only man who has any say in your life now is me.”
Another pop, the sound of skin striking skin loud and the sting of it quickly followed.
“Beau!”
He cupped my pussy from behind. Grunted.
“Soaked. Just as I thought.”
My cheeks flamed and not from arousal, even though I was so turned on I’d come if his finger even brushed my clit.
The clean, dark scent of him filled my head. His heat seeped into my back.
“Back in my hotel room, what’d I say happened if you were a bad girl?”
I stilled, remembering. I bit my lip.
“You know what I’m talking about.”
He spanked me again and this time, the moan escaped.
