“Turn around,” I order. Reese nods, her eyes glued to my face, then complies with my demand. I grin, about to deliver on what I promised her. I pin her bangled wrists in one hand and let my other hand fly, smacking her ass. Reese gasps and arches up on her toes. Eyes fluttering shut, she dips forward against the Chevy, releasing a small moan. Ass still up.
