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When I got in and he joined me, he hummed, “Good girl.”

Fuck.

At this rate, I’d soak through my panties and my shorts and ruin the upholstery.

“Where are we going?” I asked, already feeling my nipples tightening under my T-shirt.

“Somewhere I can teach you a lesson.” He sent me a salacious wink, his hand was tight on the steering wheel as he drove out of the parking lot, sped onto the highway and turned onto a dirt road.

I instantly recognized the directions. We used to drive to this field when we were dating. They always had it baled into big round haybales we could hide behind when we needed a private place to make out or hook up.

Excited jitters sped through my stomach as the past collided with this very handsome, very sexy man in my present. He had a spark of this when we were younger, but I loved seeing the way he’d grown into his dominant side. It turned me on like none other.

I glanced his way, seeing his cock, long and hard under his jeans. I wanted to free it, taste it, give him a hint of the pleasure he’d given me.

But his voice was dangerously, low and sultry as he said, “I see you looking.”

My eyes trailed up, meeting his.

They were all heat, molten fire, ready to consume every part of me. He pulled into the field and parked behind a haybale. The truck turned off, leaving us in complete darkness. “Get that pretty ass out.”

My heart stuttered.

“Now.”

I unbuckled, acutely aware of the heat growing between my legs, the part of me that needed to be filled by him.

Goose bumps rose on my arms as I waited for Rhett. Even the summer night air felt cool compared to the heat of my skin. His truck door opened and he got out, boots crunching over dried grass.

“Hands on the bale,” he said,

I moved over the ground, crossing the space as his eyes tracked me, a game of cat and mouse we both would win.

I pressed my hands against the haybale, the baled grass coarse under my palms.

“Good girl.”

A shiver went down my spine, and I parted my legs for him.

His chuckle was low, salacious. “You want me, don’t you?”

My answer rasped out of me. “Yes.”

He walked over to me. “Bad girls have to learn their lesson before they get what they want.”

I dropped my head, desperate to move on to the part where he fucked me raw and eased this ache inside of me. “What do I need to do?”

He came behind me, speaking in my ear. “I’m going to pull your shorts down and ream that pretty ass of yours.”

I shuddered with desire.

Wordlessly, he reached his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down around my ankles, leaving me bare to the night air. It was so dark in the middle of the country, no houses or cars for miles. The only light came from the moon and stars above, casting a glow on my pale skin.

He ran his palm over the swell of my ass. “Such a beautiful body,” he whispered, almost to himself. Then his fingertips moved to the crevice between my legs, dipping down to my dripping sex. He let out a moan, sliding his fingers inside once, but then removed them, making me whine. I wantedmore.

“No pouting. You earned this.”

“Punish me,” I begged. I didn’t want sweet, patient sex with him. I wanted to ache, to burn, to take everything we’d both been holding back for years.