“Do you want me to fuck you?” The dirty words make my breath catch in shock, but my eyes drop to his lips. “I want . . . ” The words stall in my throat. I’m breathing embarrassingly hard. “Say yes, pet.” Pet? I feel like I should have a problem with that word. Beau rests his forehead against mine, and his closeness is decadent. Inebriating. Maybe later I’ll have a problem with it. “I—” His mouth tasted like a promise. Like sin. But surely that was just sleep deprivation. Surely it wasn’t that good. I should probably double check. “Yes.”
