He doesn’t reply, and she storms off toward the truck. I’m standing near the driver’s side door. I hold out my hand for her keys.
“I don’t think so,” she laughs before rolling her eyes.
I hate sitting in the passenger seat, but I guess I volunteered for this.
I cross over to the other side of the truck. She throws the truck in reverse a minute later, and we start down the driveway.
“You good?” I ask.
“Shut up,” she snaps.
“I’ll let that slide since you’re clearly pissed about something but talk to me like that again, and I’ll put you over my knee.”
It’s meant as a joke to get her out of her own head, but the thought of putting her over my knee while she’s naked turns me on. Her head whips around to look at me so fast that her hands follow, and we almost drive into the ditch. Her face is bright red.
“Whoa!” I call out as I reach over and grab the steering wheel.
She stops the truck and turns to look back at me. “What did you just say to me?”
“I said that if you ever talk to me like that again, I’ll put you over my knee,” I reply huskily.
She bites her bottom lip. “And what will you do?” she whispers.
I lean forward, cupping her chin in my hands. “Give you a much-needed spanking.”
Her jaw drops open, but she’s speechless. I’ve always enjoyed smacking a woman’s ass in the bedroom. It’s a primal sign of ownership for me, but I’ve never thought of doing it in any other way until right now. The way her cheeks are tinged with pink and her eyes are hooded and full of lust, the image of putting her over my knee is something that I want to happen in reality.
There’s something about kink that’s always called to me, and I have done research through books and social media influencers to learn more. Until this moment, I haven’t found a woman that I wanted to explore it with, nor one who didn’t cringe and backpedal at the thought of it.
“Listen, I would never do that unless you agreed to it,” I tell her, my eyes imploring hers. “But if you’re going to act like a brat, you deserve to get treated like one.”
“I’m not…I…”
“I didn’t say it was a bad thing,” I chuckle as I caress her cheek. “I want to be the man that shuts your brain off, that turns that sassy, independent woman into a soft, feminine seductress. I want you, and only you, Sutton, but I will give you the space to decide if you feel safe enough with me to allow that.”
She nods, her eyes still boring into mine. I kiss her softly before I pull back. She’s still staring back at me in shock. That one kiss isn’t enough. I want more, but I also know that we have cattle to save and I can’t distract her from that. I could lose our ranch if I do. I blow out a long breath.
“We should probably get moving to the next ranch.”
“Maybe you should drive,” she says softly as she unbuckles her seatbelt.
Chapter Twenty
Sutton
Did this man really just threaten to put me over his knee?
Did I really get incredibly wet when he said it, too? I like a dominant man, one who takes control and leads, but who is also kind and caring, with a little bit of a masochistic side to him. I like that he threatened to spank me. It’s almost as if he read my mind without either of us knowing what I was thinking.
He’s driving my truck, something I never let anyone else ever do, and I’m riding along like a passenger princess and enjoying it.
My brain is a mess of thoughts.
I want to get lost in the fantasies of him and me alone in bed, but I can’t think about anything but the paperwork I’d found in my dad’s office. Not to mention, that’s just one more massive problem that I need to deal with.
I cannot be distracted by these feelings that I’m having for Wade Callahan. There’s too much on the line.
“You going to talk about what’s on your mind, or are you just going to stare off into space?”
