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can’t paddle her bare ass. Not
enough hands. She’s stronger than she looks.”
    “Wait.” She lifted her head and
blew her hair out of her face, but they weren’t listening. She felt fingers
shove between her waist and Craig’s hard thighs fumbling at the opening to her
jeans. “Hey!”
    “You researched ménage, darlin’.” Craig’s
deep voice was laced with erotic promise, and she could feel herself getting
damp. “Two pairs of hands, two sets of lips, and two cocks. All
for one woman.”
    “But you’re spanking me.”
    “And it probably won’t be the last
time, if you pull stunts like this,” he promised, and Ash succeeded in
unfastening her pants, tugging them down over her hips. He pinched her ass when
she tried to use her weight to gainsay the slide of the material, and her
flinch allowed the fabric to move freely. She squeezed her eyes closed so
tightly she saw white spots, her lower body exposed to the elements—and them.
God, had she even worn cute underwear? At least she’d groomed last night.
    A hard, callused hand stroked over
her bare skin, passing from high on her hip to her thigh. She heard the
reverence in Ash’s voice, and it made things better. “She’s got skin like
satin, Craig.”
    “It’ll feel better hot. And look
sweet in pink.”
    Lord, she knew she was in for it.
Their anger was still hovering beneath their obvious appreciation of her nether
regions, but she hoped the worst was over. Besides,
they blew me off this morning. Relaxing her guard was a mistake when her
unprotected flesh was the recipient of a formidable spank, followed by another and
another. She lost count at five and by then was weeping uncontrollably, her
tears dripping over the curve of her cheeks.
    And then she was gathered up onto
Craig’s lap, on one hip in deference to her throbbing buttocks, and Ash was
crowding in beside them, tucking her head beneath his chin. His steady
heartbeat soothed her angst, and she sniveled into more controlled breathing.
He mopped at her face with a wad of tissues, and she was so glad she eschewed
makeup. Raccoon eyes would be the last straw.
    As she came back to herself, she
became aware of Craig rubbing her back and drifting his fingertips over her
bottom, the light touch somehow easing the soreness there. A massive, pulsing
bar of flesh, separated from her by his jeans, pressed into her abdomen. She
hoped it was her near nakedness that had aroused him and not beating her ass,
although it was likely both. She’d read about those things. And truthfully, her
pussy was still wet, despite the punishment, if not because of it, and the
nature of the way it was administered. They’d clearly done it because of their
strong reaction to her flight—and the risk she’d taken. Easing her head away
from Ash, she glanced down and saw the evidence of a matching erection caged in
his pants. Hoo , boy. Two of everything.
    She looked out the window and saw
they were screened by a stand of bushes, and understood that Ash had taken care
not to take her … spanking public.
    “We’re going home, honey.” Ash dug
a blanket from somewhere, and Craig eased her onto the seat to drop it over her
from the waist down. She hoped her clothing accompanied her, as she snuggled
down with her cheek on Craig’s thigh. As she exhaled, the bulge in his jeans
visibly jerked, and she filed that away for another time. Her research might
have prepared her for what to expect, but there was nothing like lab and field
work.

Chapter Four
     
    The sound of dogs barking permeated
Sinclair’s light doze. The drive home had been fairly leisurely. She didn’t
really sleep, anticipating how the evening and night were going to play out,
but she was recovering from an adrenaline high. Getting caught just minutes
before she got on that bus to Canada, and then punished for running away, was
so far out of her normal it took some recuperation.
    Craig’s solid thigh was beneath her
cheek, and his comforting