![]() ![]() ![]() There were only a few barstools open, and Lilly slid onto one while Nate remained standing beside her, his eyes scanning the place as if he were casing it. Laughter and the clank of beer bottles echoed through the room. A jukebox played a twangy tune in one corner and a few couples were actually dancing. He shook the excess water out of his hair and guided her toward the surprisingly busy bar. ![]() She shivered as a breeze from the air-conditioning swept over her sopping-wet dress. “It’s dry inside, and they must have a phone we can use,” he said. If this was how he wanted to play it, then game f*cking on. She was done with being on the receiving end of his mood swings every time he got a damn hard-on. Maybe not all of her, but he wanted her in his bed again. If he thought he was getting away with that, he was sadly mistaken. She could still feel his damn handprint on her ass. After he’d spanked her, and carried her over his shoulder caveman-style all the way to Fox Creek Road. Lilly hesitantly stepped out of the rain and walked past the steel door Nate was holding open for her. ![]()
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