“What a great idea,” Shepard cuts me off. “I’ll plan something for tomorrow night.”
“I’m not avail—”
“Perfect!” Martha clasps her hands excitedly. “I expect you to be on your best behavior the entire time, Shepard Wilder. I remember what a naughty little boy you were.”
That naughty little boy turned into a naughty grown man.
“Excuse me,” I say. “I have to use the little girls’ room.”
“Okay, dear.”
I practically run to the bathroom and ensconce myself in the first unoccupied stall. Shepard is driving me up the wall. I’ve never met a more aggravating person in my thirty-four years. He’s beyond arrogant and commanding.
“The man just won’t take no for an answer,” I gripe.
I relieve myself and then wash my hands, taking longer than necessary.
“Only a few hours left to go,” I mumble, checking my reflection in the mirror.
I blow out a breath and leave the bathroom, determined to ignore the tatted tree trunk for the next sixty plus minutes. I veer around the corner and slam into a hard chest.
“Got you,” Shepard gloats and throws me over his broad shoulder, knocking the air from my lungs.
“Are you crazy?” I wheeze. “Put me down right now!”
“No can do.” He does an about-face and strides down the hall, away from witnesses.
I pound my fists against his back. “You’re taking this too far!”
His hand whips across my unprotected derriere in rapid succession.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I exclaim, squeezing my stinging butt cheeks together. “You can’t do that!”
Are all the Wilder men obsessed with spanking? Someone should spank them and see how they like it.
“Behave,” Shepard growls, taking the stairs up to the chapel.
“You need to put me down, Shepard!” I demand in my most stern voice. “I mean it!”
He saunters to the pulpit and positions me on my feet.
“Why did you bring me in here?”
“For this,” Shepard rasps, cupping between my thighs.
“No.” I adamantly shake my head.
“Yes,” he counters, sinking to his knees.
“Not here,” I beg him. “Come to my house later.”
Shepard laughs. “And give you the chance to hide from me? I don’t think so.”
“I won’t hide,” I say in desperation.
“Lie again and I’ll bend that sexy ass over my knee,” he threatens, deftly unfastening my belt buckle and jeans.
I gnaw on my bottom lip, watching as he slowly bares my lower half. Next, he lifts one leg and then the other, pulling the denim and boy shorts over my feet.
