broke the kiss but as I dragged my tongue around her lips, the single purr she emitted was powerful, yanking out the Neanderthal inside. We were both breathing rapidly, the scattered sounds echoing in my ears. Damn, I wanted this woman.
Whoever the hell she was.
Then reality set in, forcing me to rethink my approach.
“You’re a pig,” she whispered, her words barely audible.
“Maybe so.”
“I’m going to… turn you in to the police or… I’m going to…”
“Uh-huh. Here’s the thing, you wicked brat,” I half whispered. “I don’t take kindly to anyone who tosses around accusations, especially someone who doesn’t know me. Especially if it ruins my chance for a business transaction. I also don’t like foul-mouthed women. Kinda pisses me off. You don’t seem to realize that you could land yourself in a whole mess of trouble making baseless accusations. The good folks of Missoula don’t like being messed with. So, here’s what we’re going to do.” I was prepared to drag her outside in an attempt to find out what the hell she was getting at.
Until she lifted her leg, attempting to knee me in the balls.
In a split second, I yanked her wrist as I stepped away from the building, the bad boy side of me reacting in an entirely different manner.
I thumped my boot on top of one of the chairs positioned next to the building and pulled her over my lap.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she squealed.
“I’m giving you exactly what you deserve. One. Hard. Spanking.”
Chapter 3
Danni
A what?
A spanking?
Oh, this man was a fucking asshole, even if he was the sexiest cowboy that I’d seen… ever.
Bad boy.
Dangerous.
Delicious.
There were dozens of adjectives racing in the back of my mind as time slowed.
My entire body was shaking from the kiss, my pulse so high I was having heart palpitations. For all the bravado I’d tossed out, my legs were shaking. I’d been called names, shoved around, and followed. Fear continued to fuel my nasty attitude, enough so that I wasn’t able to control my reactions.
Including the fact my pussy ached, my nipples hard as pebbles. The second I’d stroked the cowboy’s cock, my mouth had watered. Christ.
I’d come here to take pictures in my attempt to find out if there was really something going on in the tight-lipped world of livestock auctions, but things had gotten out of hand. The hot cowboy certainly hadn’t helped at all. He’d scoffed at me, acted as if my accusations meant nothing.
Then the kiss and… and…
The dark and dangerous cowboy was so rugged, the scent of him like the most incredibly gorgeous man dunked in exotic cologne and testosterone. Just the way I’d felt in his muscular arms had created several tingles between my legs, my panties already damp from his savage, he-man actions.
Stop. Just stop.
My God, my mind was going off the deep end. What if my impetuous behavior would get me into some kind of trouble?
As he tossed me over his knee, I couldn’t react fast enough. Finally, the horror of the humiliation I was about to face riled my last nerve.
“Get off me. You’re one horrible bastard,” I yelped, trying my best to get out of his grasp. “You’re going to break my camera.” His brutal yank almost pitched the camera to the hard concrete surface.
“I won’t break your camera, brat, but maybe I should. Some people don’t take too kindly to their picture being taken,” the gorgeous cowboy growled.
“Jerk! I’m going to get you for this.”
“Now that you’ve called me every bad name in the book as well as threatened me with bodily harm, I’m going to make certain you remember that sweet talking a man will get you a lot more,” he said in a gruff voice as he grabbed my flailing arm, pinning it against my back.
“No. No! I’ll scream.”
“I think given your behavior here today that pretty much everyone is going to be on my side. I suggest you take your medicine like a good little girl.”
Oh, my God. He was serious about this.
“Please stop!”
“Not a chance.”
As he brought his hand down, the jolt was the first big shock. When he continued the spanking, rapidly moving from one side of my bottom to the other, I suddenly couldn’t breathe. The second was the increasing pain. I was wearing blue jeans, for God’s sake, yet it felt like he was spanking my naked butt. I’d never been disciplined like this in my entire freaking life.