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made him hard. “Oh, yeah. You need to be punished.”
    A slow, sexy smiled slid across her full lips. The same smile that had first caught his eyes. “It’s like that, is it?”
    “You almost walked away from me. If I don’t set an example now, you’re liable to try it again, and I’m not going through that hell twice.” 84 Lena Matthews
    “It wasn’t easy on my side, either,” she pouted, as if that was going to save her fine ass.
    It was a cute pout and all, but Ty was really getting into the spanking idea.
    “Not my problem, darlin’.” Ty had run into Ida on his way to search for Charlotte and she’d warned him where Charlotte had been heading. Not before blistering his ears on how to treat a woman though. Like it was his fault Charlotte was as stubborn as she was beautiful.
    Come to think of it, that should be an extra spanking right there, because he’d had to listen to Ida. Yeah, two spankings. Ty was getting into this punishment idea more and more.
    “So what’s the plan?” Pressing her breasts into his chest, Charlotte tried to tempt him.
    Not that he needed any more temptation. But neither did she, if her hard nipples were anything to judge by. “Bend me over your knee until I beg you for forgiveness.”
    “That’s just the beginning. After I tan this delectable ass of yours, I’m going to march you up to the house and call Judge Britton. Tell him he has a wedding to perform.” Startled, Charlotte pulled back. “A wedding! So soon?” Before all of this nonsense started, Ty had been willing to wait a decent interval, but now decency could be damned, for all he cared. He just wanted Charlotte. And he wanted her forever.
    “I was going to take things slow, but you’ve pushed my hand. The only choice you now have is Christmas morning or Christmas evening.”
    “I can’t plan a wedding that fast.”
    Once again, she was talking like he cared. “You’d better.” Shaking her head in amazement, Charlotte let out a light laugh. “You’re insane.” Her laughter, soft and angelic, was like music for his soul. “I’m willing to take that into consideration, but that’s neither here nor there. Two choices, woman. Which will it be?”
    “Christmas afternoon.”
    Growling, Ty pulled her to him. She just had to have her way. Damn, he loved this woman. “That wasn’t one of your choices.”
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    “You’re so bossy.”
    “And you love it.” Leaning forward, Ty brushed a slow sweet kiss across her pouting lips. “You love me.”
    “Yes, I do.” Sighing, Charlotte rested her head on his chest, holding onto to him with all of her might. “I guess I can plan a quick wedding. We can give this crazy marriage idea of yours a try.”
    Ty picked her up and carried her back to the tack room. The same room where they’d made love, not so long ago. Setting her down on a bale of hay, Ty stepped between her legs, pulling her close to him. He might have to save that spanking for later. Right now, he just wanted to be inside of her. “There is no try with us, Charlotte. It will work.” Raising a brow, she wrapped her hands in his shirt and pulled him forward until his mouth was just a breath away from her own. “That sure of yourself, cowboy?”
    “No, darlin’. I’m just that sure of us.”

    * * * * *
    For a quickie wedding on a horse ranch in the middle of nowhere, Charlotte and Ty’s celebration had been beautiful. Taking another sip of her cool champagne, Tamara watched the lovebirds dance on the makeshift dance floor, with tears of joy in her hazel-brown eyes.
    Excited for her best friend, Tamara fought hard to hold back the mixed emotions threatening to bring her down. She was happy for them. So very happy, but at the same time she was sad for herself.
    It was selfish and she knew it, but she was going to miss Charlotte. Sighing, Tamara walked toward the bar, intent on snagging something a bit stronger. Champagne was all well and good, but she

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