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“No.” Unable to suppress my smile, I met her gaze. “I can confirm you’re most definitely not.”

“You don’t spank grown women.”

I swore her body swayed closer as she caught her lower lip between her white teeth. Every fiber of her being was focused my way as I gave my answer. “I do.”

“Eli...”

Yep, her voice had that same rasping quality I’d heard when she’d opened her legs for me. Erin’s body was surrendering, even if her mind was struggling to catch up.

“What?” My free hand left hers and settled on her ass. The perfect cheek beneath my palm tensed, and I waited to see what she’d do next.

“We both know you deserve to be spanked for the way you behaved.” My brow rose, challenging her to counter the point.

“I’ve never been spanked in my life!” She inhaled as I took the additional liberty of squeezing her delectable cheek.

Fuck.

The act spoke directly to my cock, which was still unhappy with denial. It sensed an opportunity, though, there in the cabin—a chance to finally right that wrong. The room should have been cold. There hadn’t been a fire for hours and there was nothing but snow-covered terrain in all directions for miles, but somehow, the temperature seemed to be rising.

“Then this will be your first time.” My palm skimmed to her upper thigh, clutching her gently. She was fucking flawless, and in the morning light, even the contradictory parts of her nature that riled me only amplified my desire.

I wanted her, and she wasn’t going to get away again.

“You can’t be serious.” She glanced around as though there was someone else to come to her rescue, but I had bad news for Erin. It was only her and me in that cabin, and I’d been left waiting for long enough.

“I’m deadly serious.”

One little push. That was all she needed, and in a heartbeat, my hand rose from her ass to her lower back to provide it. She went with a yelp, tumbling over me with such grace that I couldn’t believe she hadn’t known it had been my plan all along.

“Oh, God!” She twisted back to glance at me, but rather than the recriminating glare I’d expected, concern danced in her eyes. “Eli.”

“Hush.” My palm pressed against her backside again, taunting my dick with the object of its desire. “You’re getting spanked, Erin, and I’m not promising to be gentle.”

“But...”

Lifting my hand, I ended her sentence as I brought my palm crashing down hard over her leggings-covered ass.