“Maybe you should show me how sorry you are,” she whispers. Even as the tension in my chest loosens, my cock swells. “You want me to get down on my knees and grovel, kitten?” Her pulse flutters against my palm, and she nods slowly. If any other woman asked me to do that, I’d laugh and show them the door. Like so many things with Delilah, my reaction is different. “Before I do that, I need to kiss you.” She wets her lips. “I’ll allow it.”
