“I thought you said you weren’t buying anything.”

I looked at the bags I held and shrugged.

“I hadn’t planned on it.”

“And…”

“And I saw this stuff?” I nudged Cameron with my shoulder. “Oh, you’re not mad, are you?”

“We’re on a budget. A budget that’s smaller than the budget you used to bitch about. Until things pick up.”

I sighed. We were both supposed to be minding our money. It just so happened Cam had better self-control than me. He could actually stick to a goal whereas I saw something pretty and got distracted.

“I know. I’m sorry. Put these in the car. I just have to go to one more place. I need soap and tampons.”

Cameron raised an eyebrow. “Soap and tampons.”

“You can’t fault me for that,” I said with a laugh.

“No. I can’t. I can fault you if you show up with soap, tampons and a blanket. Or a coffee mug we don’t need. Or a mirror…or a deer head made of porcelain or a frying pan.”

“Okay, okay. I get it.”

“I mean it,” he said.

“I understand. But what are you gonna do? Spank me?” I banged my shoulder against his again, trying to be playful — but I could tell I’d tweaked him.

“I’ll take the bags to the car,” he said, his voice gruff.

His walk was stiff, his back straight, and I felt a flicker of disappointment that I’d upset him. I swore I’d get only what I needed as I hurried toward my final destination. But when I entered the store, I was immediately met with a display of summer clothes, suntan lotion and bathing suits — all marked down because the season was long gone.

I shut my eyes and shook my head and as I tried to remember the location of the soap. I cracked an eye and saw a tee with a pretty sunset on it. I instantly wanted it.

But I clenched my teeth and hurried on. I wouldn’t. I’d promised.

My phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pocket and looked at the screen.

“Whatever you’re looking at — don’t touch it,” Cam had texted.

I almost laughed and then hurried on my way. I found what I was looking for — and a lovely lavender lipstick I couldn’t resist.

I intended to head straight to the checkout, but I found myself making a beeline for the tee — just to see how much it was. It was on sale for 25 percent off, which made it a measly 15 bucks!

“It’s only 15 dollars,” I muttered. “No big deal. He’ll forgive me.”

But when I met Cam on my way out of the store, I regretted my spur-of-the-moment decision. Cam slipped a finger into the bag and tugged it open so he could peer inside.

His jaw was set, his eyes seemed darker and his voice rougher.

“Soap and tampons, huh?”

I blinked. A cold snake of worry slid down my back. I had given my word — and promptly broken my promise. Just because it was no big deal to me, didn’t mean it was no big deal to him.

I turned. “I’ll take it back.”

“Oh, no. Too late. You’ve already done it.”

“Cam — ”

He shook his head and walked away. I followed close on his heels. “Cam, listen. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you. I’ll — ”

He increased his pace, and I hurried after him, muttering apologies.

We’d had to park all the way at the back of the giant lot, and our SUV was shaded by large trees that practically bent over it. When he hit the lock, I opened the back door, leaning over to toss my bag in the backseat — and exposing my panties.

“What are you doing?” he hissed, trying to put my skirt down.

I braced my hands on the seat and wriggled.

“Punish me,” I said, feeling contrite — but a little saucy at the same time.

“Don’t…” I heard the hesitation in his voice, as well as the interest. I could tell he wanted to. Desperately.

“I basically just lied. I didn’t mean to, but…” I waggled my ass at him. “Punish me.”

“Someone could see,” he said, but his fingers were sliding along the elastic on my panties, teasing the underside of my exposed ass cheeks.

“Good,” I said, feeling a wave of excitement at the naughty thought.

My face was hot, but my pussy felt hotter. I had been bad — and he needed to treat me like the bad girl I was. If anyone saw, then fuck, I deserved it.

“I had been bad — and he needed to treat me like the bad girl I was.”

I let out a gasp as he yanked my panties down so fast I heard them tear. He moved in close and pressed his body against mine. I could feel the hard line of his cock through his pants.

“You lied.”

“I didn’t mean to,” I said.

“But you did. You said no more and then — ”

His heat disappeared from me, and I heard the crack before I felt the pain. The first blow was swift and glancing and left a streak of heat on my ass that made me jump. But my pussy — oh, my pussy got wetter and my nipples spiked.

“Such a bad girl,” he growled. One, two, three blows and then a finger slipping between my folds to drive deep into my cunt. I sighed and pressed back to meet his thrusting digit. Cam quickly withdrew and laughed darkly. “Oh, bad girls don’t get to come. At least not yet.”

His hand came down again, but this time on the untouched ass cheek, which he promptly heated. The pain was startling and bright. I jerked with every blow.

As if he read my mind he said, “I’m going to spank your fucking ass until I think it’s the appropriate color for what you’ve done.”

I sobbed but found myself taking each blow willingly, praying maybe someone would come and see my shame.

The pain stole my breath, but a steady thrum had taken up residence between my thighs. When he stopped spanking me, the silence was deafening and my skin tried to regulate the pain. This time Cam shoved two fingers inside me. He curled them just so, and suddenly I was on the razor’s edge of coming.

He knew it, too, so he pulled his fingers free quickly and yanked me out of the car. I looked at his face, still angry, always handsome, but also totally and undeniably aroused.

“Get on your knees.”

I obeyed without hesitation. He pulled his cock free of his zipper and glanced around.

“So far so good.” He stroked his fat tip over my lips, and I stayed completely still until he stopped, just resting his cock at the center of my pout.

He gave me a brusque nod, and I took him into my mouth. I sucked him softly, keeping my gaze on his face the way he liked. I pushed my hand beneath my skirt and touched myself.

He tugged my hair hard enough to make my eyes tear.

“My submission pushed him over the edge and made him reckless.”

“I didn’t say you could do that. Hands on top of the skirt.”

I whimpered with frustration but obeyed. I was in the wrong — and I was enjoying paying the price.

He held the sides of my head and started fucking my mouth slowly. But when I gagged he grinned at me and gave a gruff growl, then his cock was suddenly moving in and out of my mouth faster and faster.

I tried to keep up, to use my tongue, sucking and drawing on him in the way that always got him off, but we hit a speed where I simply let him take over. I let him use my mouth the way he needed and just watched his intense brown eyes study me as he did it.

My submission pushed him over the edge and made him reckless. He pulled free of my mouth and held out a hand. I glanced around wildly as I stood. Cars were pulling in and out of the lot at the far side, but positioned where we were, our door and the tree boughs blocked us for the most part. It was a miracle. An exciting and possibly temporary miracle.

A large part of me wanted someone to see. Wanted someone to watch us.

Cam put me right back where I’d started: leaning against the backseat. He flipped up my skirt and knocked my legs wide. I shivered and released an excited moan.

I heard the rasp of his heavy breathing seconds before I felt the friction of his cockhead running along my drenched slit. I held my breath as he slipped into me, taking his time, going slow just to make me suffer.

Voices came close but then faded, and the nearness of strangers made the moment so much better — and so much worse. He held my hips in his big hands, squeezing roughly, which always got me off. I loved it when he left fingerprints from gripping me, or small purple flecks on my ass from a paddling, or a nice mark on my collarbone from a love bite.

Sure, Cam wasn’t happy about my shopping habits, but he loved me — and we were all about the fucking now.

At the last moment, he drove into me hard. The force of his movement banged my hips against the edge of the seat, and I groaned. His cock was hitting the exact place I needed it most. I was already on the verge of coming, so three hard thrusts had me crying out. I was so turned on I forgot to stifle my exclamations of ecstasy.

I heard someone laugh in the distance, and then Cam was fucking me harder and faster, bucking like an animal.

“Jesus,” he grunted. “You’re so fucking tight.”

He was close to climaxing. I could hear it in his tone.

I pressed back to meet him, shoved my hand between my thighs and worked my clit. He allowed it this time. I wanted another orgasm. I was greedy, and my ass was singing from the spanking, which fed my erotic hunger. Cam wormed a wet finger into my asshole, and I gasped at the intrusion.

He continued to fuck me, his tempo increasing as gruff sounds fell from his lips.

I heard a car start up nearby, and I whispered, “People are close, people are close…”

“So am I,” he answered through gritting teeth, his words a whisper.

A high pitched giggle escaped me, and then he fucked me faster. I came again, thanks to my frantic fingers and his driving dick.

“Jesus,” he growled. “That’s it.” He held my hips tight and managed a few more pumps before he groaned loudly with his release.

I heard a gasp and stood quickly, flipping my skirt down.

When we shut the back door of the SUV, a woman stood nearby, holding her bag. All she’d seen was our feet, and yet…

“I just dropped something,” I said, realizing my unsolicited explanation was as good as an admission of guilt.

She looked at me and shook her head, muttering, “Uh huh.”

Then she went to her car, which was a spot down from ours.

“She didn’t buy it,” Cam said, laughing.

“Of course she did,” I said, smoothing my skirt.

“Yeah?” He pointed to my panties, which were hanging halfway down my right calf.

I sighed. “Okay. Maybe not.”

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