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“Let go of me!” She tried to yank her arm away, and he tightened his grip, not even caring if he left bruises on her. She needed to learn a lesson about safety in bars, around men…and dressed in skimpy clothes that wouldn’t stop a flea if it decided she was a target.

“Stop acting like a child! Get in the truck.” He jerked open the door and practically tossed her inside. Her backside hit the seat, and she lunged to jump out. Before she could, he slammed the door in her face.

He jumped behind the wheel and sent her another glare. Goddamn, that skirt was practically a belt. He could see her fucking panties peeking out from between her toned thighs.

“Christ, Meadow. You’re a mess.” He twisted the key in the ignition, and the engine roared to life.

She folded her arms over her chest, which only succeeded in pushing her full breasts higher, like two ripe peaches ready to be plucked.

“All the novels say that bikers are tougher. But that guy backed down at one glare from you! I’m going back in. There has to be another biker in that bar. They all come here from the city on Friday nights.”

As he shot out of the parking lot, he shook his head, trying to decipher what her drunken babbles were all about.

Then it clicked. She mentioned books.

“Have you been reading books about bikers, Meadow?”

“Yes. They’re supposed to be tough on the outside and soft and sweet on the inside!”

He ground his teeth. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“What’s dumb about having a big, hot biker between my legs?” She leaned back, exposing the crotch of her pink panties more. “You definitely aren’t man enough to get between them!”

He veered the truck off the road in a spray of dirt and rocks. Before he could think twice about what he was about to do, he slammed the truck in park and hauled Meadow out of her seat.

He threw her face-down on his lap, hiked up her miniskirt, the entire two inches it covered…

And delivered a spank to her bare ass cheek that wasn’t at all covered by panties.

It was a motherfucking pink thong.

Growling at the sight of that tormenting string riding up the seam of her ass and fueled by the crack of his palm hitting her bare flesh, he raised his hand and spanked her again, hard enough to make her cry out.

Hard enough to leave his handprint on her.

* * * * *

The sting of the slap on her ass shocked the breath right out of Meadow. A scream gathered behind her lips…but so did a whimper.

How did she end up over Colton’s lap with him swatting her backside while one hand tangled in her hair? He held her head down against a thigh that was hard enough to bruise her cheek if she laid there much longer.

His fingers on her hair tugged at her scalp, leaving another layer of goosebumps skittering over the first ones he left from those two slaps.

Spanks.

He’d spanked her. Like she was a child.

So why did it feel so…so…

Intimate?

Her breath sounded loud in the small enclosure of the truck. The scent of whiskey clung to his clothes, along with something masculine, something wild.

She’d drunk too much, but not so much that she didn’t recognize the difference between this man and any of the others she’d enticed, teased and then backed away from.

Her ass was exposed, and several heartbeats had ticked by since that last slap. Embarrassment washed through her.

She wriggled in his hold. “Let me up!”