Page 804 of One More Kiss

Her shoulders trembled as she closed her eyes and sobbed. “I don’t know. I don’t know.”

I grasped her jaw and forced her head back as far as the column would allow. Using my superior height to intimidate her further, I commanded, “Look at me.”

She continued to cry.

I pushed my hips between her legs. Her eyes opened. “Focus, baby. Did you see his face?”

“Yes. Yes, once, but it was only for a split second.”

“How?”

Her cheeks pinked. “He didn’t lock the bathroom door. I walked in on him. He turned and yelled. He didn’t have his hat or sunglasses on. I slammed the door shut and ran off.”

“Would you recognize him?”

“I—”

“Would you recognize him?” I bit out through clenched teeth.

She gave a flustered, “Yes. Maybe. I don’t know.”

It would have to be good enough. I grabbed her by the hand and dragged her across the floor to the locked door.

She pulled back, digging her heels in. Giving her arm a yank, I reached for the door and unlocked it. I tried to step forward, but she pulled back again. “Where are you taking me?”

In one movement, I dipped my torso and tossed her over my shoulder.

“Stop! Stop! Where are you taking me?” she demanded again.

I gave her cute ass a harsh spank to quiet her cries then said, “We’re going on a date.”

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