He spun me around fast, shoving me forward until my hips hit the edge of the metal table.

One big hand pressed between my shoulder blades, bending me over, ass up, face down against the cold surface.

My skirt was flipped up over my hips in one rough motion. No panties.

I’d skipped them tonight because I liked the secret thrill, and now it felt like the universe had set this up just for him.

“No fucking panties?” he rasped, voice thick with lust. His palm cracked down on my right ass cheek, hard, the sound echoing off the shelves.

The sting bloomed hot and fast, skin burning.

I yelped,...