Beau runs his thumb along the sensitive column of my throat and whispers, “Bit of respect might do you some good here, darlin’.” I blink, dazed. “One, sir! Sir. Thank you, sir.” “Spoilsport,” Dom mutters. His fingers track so lightly against my hot, stinging skin that goosebumps race down my spine. “The ‘thank you’ is nice, though.”
