“Do you know what brats get?” She bites down on her bottom lip, but she’s not worried. She’s trying not to smile. “Hopefully spanked.” I groan and let my eyes fall shut as I rub my lips over the apple of her cheek. “You’re going to be the fucking death of me.” She chuckles and turns her face into mine as she whispers, “But what a way to go. Am I right?”
