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He leaned forward, lips near my ear. “What do you want me to do?”

“Spank me,” I uttered, the words slipping out of my mouth before I had a chance to be embarrassed by them.

Who even was I? This woman getting it on in the open air? The woman asking, unapologetically, for what she wanted? I liked the version of me brought out by Rhett, and I especially liked the way he made me feel.

He slid his hand over my ass cheek and then pulled it away and brought it back down over my flesh, the most delicious mix of pleasure and pain spreading through me.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

He brought his hand back again, slamming it down over the crack.

And then a third time. “You’re so fucking bad.”

In some part of me, I knew I should not like this so much, but my blood was racing, and his touch just brought more attention to the area that wanted him desperately.

He lowered himself to his knees, bringing his lips to my ass, kissing the spots he’d made tender. He slid his tongue over the seam, making me shudder.

“Spread your legs,” he said.

I shifted my feet, barely able to feel my legs at all with every nerve ending in my sex begging me to pay attention, begging to be satisfied.

“Good girl,” he said. “That’s my good girl.”

My head dropped down, eyes barely able to focus on the ground I stood on.

He swirled two fingers around my clit, making me cry out in relief, in desire, but before I could process that, he brought his lips to my pussy and gripped my thick thighs with his large hands, consuming every one of my senses.

“Rhett,” I gasped.

He hummed against my sex. “That’s it.”

I moaned, knowing how much he wanted to hear the sound, not worried about anything but this man and the pleasure he brought me.

He continued his pursuit, bringing me closer and closer to the top, to the point where everything disappeared.

“Rhett,” I cried out, unable to form any other word but his name. “I’m co-I’m co—”

Waves of pleasure wracked through my body, and he continued until they faded away, leaving me spent and sensitive to even the cool night breeze.

I held on to the haybale as he stood behind me, convinced it was the only thing holding me up. He gently guided my legs, helping me back into my underwear and shorts, and then he took my arms, spinning me into his embrace and kissed my forehead.

“Holy shit,” I whispered into his chest.

“I know, baby,” he said against my forehead.

I looked up at him, and he took my lips in his, claiming me with his kiss. Soft, patient, and tantalizing all the same.

When we broke apart, my lips as raw as the rest of me, I said, “I want to make you feel good.”

He smirked down at me. “I haven’t heard you begging yet.”

My lips parted, but before I could speak, he said, “Let’s get you home.”

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RHETT

I pulledup to my family’s Wednesday night dinner, seeing several cars already in the driveway. We started doing this way back when Gage left for college, and it had been the one thing that kept me grounded throughout the years.