“When it comes to you it is. Are you going to tell me why you were crying?”
“I wasn’t crying.”
I stood, making my way over to her. “If you won’t tell me…”
She instinctively put her hands up in the air.
“Then I’m just going to have to take it from you.”
“Wha—”
Leaning forward, I threw her over my shoulder, and she huffed out a breath, taken by surprise.
“Jax! What are you doing?! Put me down!”
I didn’t think twice about it. If she wasn’t going to willingly tell me, I’d follow through on my warning from minutes ago. Holding her in place by the back of her legs, I spanked her ass.
Hard.
“Jax! Are you out of your—”
“Tell me, or I’ll do it again.”
“I’m not a child, asshole!”
Whack.
“Jax! Stop it!”
“Tell me, and I’ll stop.”
“I’m going to kill y—”
Whack.
I spanked her a little harder that time.
“Okay! Okay! I’ll tell you!”
“I’m waiting.”
“Yes! I’m conflicted because of you! Happy now?”
Slowly, I set her on the table in the corner of the living room and stood in between her legs. The second I did, she smacked my chest.
“I can’t believe you just did that!”
Arching an eyebrow, I placed my hands on the table on either side of her legs.
“Are you pissed that I spanked you or that it made you wet?”
She shoved me, and I barely wavered.
“You arrogant asshole!”
I grinned, slightly rubbing my thumbs on her skin.
“I hate you.”