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To keep me out.

“I’m not going back to the bar tonight. I’m going to stay home.”

“Safe and unmolested like you should have been all along.” He reached out and hooked a finger beneath the hem of her short shorts. “When are you going to learn your lesson, Meadow? When are you going to start acting like the responsible woman Forest expected you to be?”

She sucked in a gasp. When she lifted a hand to slap him, he was faster and grabbed her by the wrist.

“Let me go!”

“I’m making sure you go to bed—and stay there.” Before she could fight him, he picked her up and carried her to the back door. He knew from the ranch hands it was typically left unlocked, and it was now. He pushed his way through it and hurried inside.

“Which way’s your room?”

“Put me down!”

“Tell me which way or I’ll—” He stopped short of telling her he’d warm her ass cheeks with the palm of his hand for a second time.

He couldn’t risk that temptation ever again.

“Fine, I’ll kick open every door until I find it,” he growled.

Reaching the first door, he made good on that promise, slamming his boot into the wood.

The splintered destruction echoed through the hallway.

“Stop! Daddy will kill me if all the doors are busted! My room’s at the other side of the house—last door!”

He took off in long strides. The faster he reached her room, the faster he’d be able to go to the bunkhouse and shower away the feel of her in his arms.

Who was he kidding? Not even ice-cold water could stop him from taking his hard cock in hand and stroking it over and over until he spurted hot streams of cum for her.

Thank Christ it didn’t take long to find her room. When he threw open the door, it banged off the inner wall. He stomped to the bed and dropped her on it.

She started to scrabble up, but he hovered over her.

Fuck. It was so tempting to kiss her right now. He could almost fucking taste her sweet, sweet lips.

He wanted to dive between her legs and thrust his tongue into her honeyed center until she bucked against him.

He would make her come for him, over and over, and show her what it meant to be a well-loved woman.

Shoving away from her, he let out a noise of disgust that had her shrinking back like a threat never would.

Barely resisting temptation, he strode to the door. Before he cleared the doorway, she called out, “Not going to spank me for being bad again?”

He whipped around, more turned on with each throbbing heartbeat. “No. Bad little girls who like to be spanked get put in time-out.” He grabbed the door handle and shut the door.

At the back door, he made sure to lock it. He had to keep himself out of her room—her bed. His cock ached. His balls throbbed. Hell, he was leaking precum, he wanted that woman so goddamn much.

He stormed into the bunkhouse and already had his phone in hand, Ross Wynton’s contact pulled up.

Luckily, the bunkhouse was empty, the guys still down at Badlands. The phone rang twice before Ross picked up.

“Nox. I wasn’t expecting to hear from you tonight.”

“Is the offer still good?” His chest heaved.

A beat of silence followed, then Ross said, “Absolutely. We’d love to have you on our team.”