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HARPER

I don’t even get a second to breathe.

One second, I’m standing.

The next, Ford has me thrown over his shoulder, storming through the bar like a man on a mission.

“Ford!” I kick my legs, laughing. "You’re overreacting!"

He slaps my ass.

Hard.

I gasp.

The whole bar erupts in cheers.

And Gram?

That old traitor is laughing her ass off, holding up a bottle of whiskey. “Drag her out, grandson!” she hollers. “Teach her a lesson.”

Oh, God.

Did she just wiggle her hips like a drunken stripper?

“Gram!” I screech. “Why are you like this?”

She winks, pulling out a damn flask, and taking a sip. "Because I live for the drama, sweetheart."

I swear to God, I’m never letting her babysit our kids.

Ford doesn’t even acknowledge her.

Doesn’t acknowledge anyone.

His grip is like iron.

His body is tight, vibrating with tension.

The air outside is cool against my bare legs, but it does nothing to cool the fire in his eyes as he throws open the car door and drops me into the seat.

The door slams shut.

My pulse skyrockets.

He’s pissed.

Possessive.

Absolutely feral with the need to remind me who I belong to.

I lick my lips, feigning innocence, as he slides behind the steering wheel.

"Ford," I murmur, my voice sweet, teasing, knowing exactly what I’m doing. "Are you mad?"

His head tilts, slow and dangerous.

I press my thighs together, squirming from how wet my fucking panties are.

His lips part.

His nostrils flare.

His eyes darken from blue to navy.

I fucked up.

And I love every second of it.

He reaches over, grips my throat, and leans in close, his breath hot and sharp against my lips. "You knew exactly what would happen, baby," he rasps.

My stomach drops.

My pulse spikes.

His thumb traces my bottom lip, slow and deliberate.

"You wanted this," he breathes, his voice so dark and low I can barely take it. "Didn’t you?"

My breath shudders.

I don’t answer.

At least, not with words.

I tilt my chin, part my lips, and let my body do the talking.

His growl is pure sin.

His kiss is hot, punishing.

Rough and possessive.

I moan into his mouth, desperate for more.

Wanting this.

Wanting him .

My lips are gonna be bruised.

But I don’t care.

I just want everything he’ll give me.

He shoves away from me, chest heaving.

His fingers grip the steering wheel as he stares straight ahead.

I blink, wondering what the hell is about to happen.

He springs into action, reaching over and grabbing the seatbelt.

He snaps it into place while I sit frozen in the seat.

“I’m taking you home.” His eyes are dark.

Dangerous.

Deadly.

A cruel, twisted smile curls his lips. “Where I’m going to fuck the hell out of you.”