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She presses back into my touch, and I know that my girl isn’t just amazing. She’s perfect.
“Maybe.”
I set her away from me. “I want to see you in the bedroom, laid out over the bed, everything off but your bra and panties.” When she doesn’t move immediately, I give her ass a smack. “Now.”
Banner bolts away, already pulling off her shirt before she leaves the kitchen.
In fact, I follow her trail of discarded clothes two minutes later as I walk toward the bedroom. I pick up each piece and drop them inside the doorway. She’s exactly where I asked her to be, all laid out and waiting for me.
I reach for the back of my shirt and strip it over my head before unbuttoning my jeans and shoving them off.
“You were a bad girl, weren’t you, Banner?” I ask as I step closer to her. Her ass lifts in anticipation of what’s coming.
“Yes. Very bad.”
Fuck. I love that she wants to play these games with me.
“So I’m going to have to punish you to remind you to always tell me the whole truth.”
“Yes. I need some help remembering.”
One more step, and I’m beside the bed and within touching distance. I trail two fingers down her spine to the top of her thong.
“I think a fitting punishment is pulling these flimsy panties off you and then spanking your ass until you tell me you’ll never do it again.”
“Mmm. Yes.”
“Then what am I waiting for?” I land the first strike, and immediately cup her ass cheek and soothe what I just stung. It’s already heating under my hand.
“You’re moving your stuff in tomorrow. We can tell Holly that we’ll keep an eye on the house together, but I want you here all the time.”
Banner turns her head and looks up at me over her shoulder. “I think she’ll understand.”
“I think she will too.”
Chapter 31
Logan
Ipicked up the Olds 442 from the paint shop on Thursday, and they came through in a big way. Everything is perfect, right down to the red pinstripes. Jock and Rick finished installing the seats and shining up every inch of the interior just as the clock flipped to fivep.m.
Projects like this are what I live for. And even with all the hurdles, it turned out like a boss.
I might be getting ahead of myself, but Boone Thrasher is going to be a happy man. His custom shifter came in yesterday, and now the knob readsBTin black letters on the top, intertwined with brass knuckles.
“I know someone’s gotta take it for a test-drive, and boss, you deserve an early night—” Rick says, and I hold up a hand.
“No way in hell is anyone test-driving this beast but me.” I reach into my pocket for my wallet. “You two worked your asses off, and I appreciate it. Go have a few beers on me.” I hold out a fifty.
Jock steps up and snags it from my hand. “You ain’t gotta tell us twice. Come on, Rick. We can race to Pints and Pins.”
Rick grumbles and sends one more longing look at the Olds before nodding to me. “Someday I’m gonna do one of these cars for myself. Breaks a little piece of my heart every time we finish one and have to let it go.”
His words bring up something I’ve been thinking about. There’s a woman I know who was born to drive a cherry-red convertible, and because she’s as unique as it gets, it can’t be something you can just drive off the lot. As soon as we get back from Nashville, I’m going to be on the lookout for Banner’s new car, a project I’m happy to take on to surprise her. She also doesn’t know she’s going to Nashville this weekend, but I’ll tell her tonight. She’s probably dying to get out of Gold Haven for a minute and into a real city with a Starbucks.
The guys head out, and I hear their trucks fire up in the lot. I pull out my phone to call Banner, but it’s already buzzing with Boone Thrasher’s name on the screen.
“Hey, Boone.”
