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“You can head back to the house and make sure Carla is settled,” Memphis told the guard. “I’ll take it from here.”
The guard gave a curt nod, and Memphis leaned against a tree as he contemplated just how to approach Rylee. Whatever he decided, it was going to end with a sore ass for her and an orgasm for both of them. He eyed a bush with particularly long branches and grinned as a plan formed.
Chapter 4
Ryleesatonalarge rock and scrolled through the news article on her phone. Her mother had texted it to her just before Memphis told her he was on his way home.
While the state prosecutor in Nevada dropped charges against Memphis Foster, in favor of charging Andrew Jenkins, prosecutors in Arizona have given no indication who they plan to charge—if anyone. State police say the investigation is still open and have declined to comment.
Memphis had made it sound like the state of Arizona wasn’t going to prosecute him and that all his legal troubles were behind him.
She glanced at the time in the upper left corner of her screen. Memphis was probably home and looking for her, but she couldn’t bring herself to face him right now. She had too many questions and would likely lash out. That was the last thing she wanted. The love she had for Memphis Foster was real, and she wanted to proceed with caution.
She blew out a breath and stood, trying to decide if she wanted to walk further into the landscaped grove or turn and head back to the house.
“Going somewhere, Ace?”
Rylee jumped at the sound of Memphis’s voice. “Fuck,” she muttered as she slowly turned to face him.
He stalked toward her, fierceness blazing in his eyes.
“The only reason I can think of for you not to be where I told you to be is because something is wrong,” he said, steel in his tone. “Is something wrong, Ace?”
“What if I just wanted you to fuck me outside?” she said, trying to avoid telling him the real issue.
Her distraction attempts must have worked, because when Memphis reached her, he backed her against a nearby tree, his hand circling her throat as her body connected with the rough bark.
“And what makes you think I’m going to fuck you?” he asked, his mouth pressed to her ear.
Her pussy clenched as his breath danced along her sensitive skin. She reached between them and cupped his groin. “Pretty sure that’s my answer,” she breathed.
He shook his head and gave a low laugh. “In case you were wondering, our agreement still stands, Rylee. So, whatever this little show of defiance is can stop now.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pocket knife. For a split second, a tingle of fear raced through her, only to be replaced with another wave of arousal as she stared into his blazing eyes.
“You have until I get back to get your clothes off or I’ll cut them off,” he said, dropping his hand from her throat.
He didn’t wait for her to acknowledge his command, just turned, and stalked further into greenery. Not knowing how long he would be gone, she made quick work of her clothes, though a part of her wanted him to manhandle her and cut them off like he’d threatened. Something told her she was already going to pay for her defiance with her ass. There was no sense making it worse. Or better? Rylee wasn’t sure which.
When she was naked except for her shoes, she stood awkwardly, waiting to find out her fate.
“Now we’re going to fulfill one of my fantasies,” Memphis said as he stepped back into the clearing. Rylee bit her lip and crossed her legs to quell the intense arousal when she recognized what he held.
“Next time I’ll make you cut them yourself and there will be extra punishment if you fuck it up,” he said as he waved one of the three wispy branches he’d cut and stripped from some bush or tree.
“It’s a good thing you followed my instructions,” he murmured as he approached her and dropped the branches on the rock she’d been sitting on.
“What exactly is your fantasy?” she whispered as he came to stand in front of her.
His hands came to rest on her hips, and he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Do you understand how fucking hot you are naked?”
“Especially in these sexy shoes, right?” she asked, wiggling her sneaker clad foot.
He reached behind her and smacked her ass. “It definitely works for me. Now turn around. You’re going to get a switching. Please tell me it’s your first one.”
Rylee laughed nervously. “It’s my first one. My parents were never big on corporal punishment.”
Memphis grinned. “I do enjoy being your first at things.”
