“Oh please. You wouldn’t dare.”

“You don’t think so?”

He brought the truck to a skidding stop and was out the driver’s-side door before she could begin to process what he’d said. The passenger door flew open, and he reached for her, unbuckling her seat belt and hauling her over his shoulder.

“Mac! Stop it! You’re going to make me puke!”

His hand came down on her ass with a sharp crack, sending heat scorching through her that gathered in a tight knot between her legs. Whoa…

“You did not just do that.”

He did it again, and she had the same reaction. Wow, this is going to be hot. But of course she couldn’t actually let him know she liked it when he went alpha on her. He’d be even more unlivable than he already was. He climbed the stairs to the deck, where he unlocked the door, walked inside, locked up and went straight upstairs to their room. The kids were spending the night with her mother and Ned, so they had the house all to themselves. Normally, that was something she looked forward to.

“Mac…” She landed on the bed with a bounce.

Easing her skirt up to her waist, he flipped her over and pushed a couple of pillows under her hips. He dragged her panties down to just under her cheeks and laid his hands on her bottom. “Say no.”

“What?”

“If you don’t want this, say no. Tell me not to, and I won’t.”

“I’m not saying no.” She was too hot and bothered—and curious—to say anything other than yes.

His hand came down on her ass, making a loud cracking sound that echoed through the room. Then he rubbed the spot, sending heat from her bottom straight to her clit. Holy moly. He did it again and again and again, striking a different place each time, until she was on the verge of begging him to make her come.

“Tell me why you’re getting a spanking,” he said, his voice thick with desire.

“I was very naughty and lied to you about the strippers.”

“That’s right.” Another spank.

Maddie’s back bowed as she thrust her ass upward, hoping he’d take the hint and move things along. But he was in no rush.

His hand came down again, and the heat was nearly unbearable. “Don’t forget how you also laughed at me.”

“That, too.”

“Are you sorry?”

“So, so sorry.”

“You are not.”

She began to laugh again, even though she burned for him. When she heard his zipper, she knew relief was on the way. She grasped handfuls of the comforter while she waited in breathless anticipation to see what he would do next.

He ran his finger from her backbone down to the crevice between her cheeks, stopping only when he encountered the evidence of her arousal. “Fuck,” he growled. “Someone likes being spanked.”