His breath hitched.

Then he grabbed me.

One arm around my waist, the other yanking me off the stool and spinning me around. My breath caught as I bent forward over the counter, his chest pressed to my back, one hand sliding under the hem of the shirt—gripping my bare ass like he owned it.

“You think you can tease me like that?” he hissed in my ear. “Sit there soaking wet, shirt half see-through, nipples hard, knowing I could see everything?”

My thighs trembled.

His hand came down.

SMACK.

I gasped, back arching, pussy clenching around nothing.

He spanked me again, harder this time.

CRACK.

“Ryder—”

“No,” he growled....