“Want you on my lap,” he commanded, his hand at my waist, trying to urge me down. Suddenly, I was nervous. My skin felt clammy, and I didn’t want to be in this dress, on his lap. I wanted to be under a blanket. Hiding from the world. “Now,” he growled, attempting to pull me down further. I put my hands on his shoulders and shook my head. His features softened.
