Page 56 of By His Vow

Cool air rushes over my ass and I reach up in a panic, wanting to cover myself up.

People posted innocent photos of him kissing my forehead this afternoon; that was nothing compared to this.

My cheeks heat as I try to imagine what we must look like, and it only gets worse when my fingers discover just how high up my dress is.

“Will you put me down?” I demand. “I’m showing the world my ass.”

“Maybe you should have thought about that before mouthing off and embarrassing yourself,” he snaps, but thankfully stops and lowers me to my feet.

“You’re not worried about me,” I spit. “The only reputation you care about is your own.”

“Get in the fucking car before I throw you in myself.”

I look forward and find Lewis idling in Kingston’s town car.

He rips the door open and none too gently shoves me inside.

I should fall into the seat and be a good girl. But that’s not who I am.

I am a bad girl. Especially when tequila is involved.

Pressing my knees to the seat that sits back-to-back with the driver, I bend over, resting my forearms on the wall that hides the privacy screen.

“Hey, Lewis,” I purr, sticking my ass up in the air as Kingston climbs in behind me. “Are you having a good night?”

He glances at me in the rearview mirror, amusement lighting up his eyes.

“I’m having a wonderful evening, Miss Warner. Are you?”

“It’s Tate,” I slur. “And yes, it’s been fantastic so far. Did you know that Kingston can dance?”

Lewis's smirk grows.

“I did not know that.” His eyes lift to the man behind me. “Where would you like to go, sir?”

“Home, please.”

The sound of his deep voice sends a shiver down my spine.

“Tatum, sit down,” he demands.

“No can do, sir. I’m catching up with Lewis. Finding out if you’ve been nice to him this evening.”

Lewis chuckles, but I quickly discover that Kingston isn’t anywhere near as amused when a loud crack rips through the air.

Pain explodes before my ass cheek burns red hot.

“You spanked me,” I gasp, spinning around so fast I almost tumble to the floor.

“Sit down.”

In a huff, I drop into the seat I was just kneeling on, cross my arms under my tits, and glare pure death at him.

“If you’re trying to scare me, you’re going to need to do more than give me the stink eye, baby.”

“I hate you,” I seethe, as Lewis pulls away from the curb.

“Doesn’t stop you from wanting me though, does it?” he pants, mimicking my reaction when he cupped my breasts on the dance floor.