Ares bursts out of my closet and grabs my face. “If I ever hear you talk about fucking another man again, I’ll have you over my goddamned knee so fast, you’ll see stars before I ever let you orgasm.” Sweet baby Jesus in a manger. Yes, please. “Do you understand me, baby?” “Fuck yes, I do, and I want that. All of that.” I slide up to my toes and suck his lip between mine before pushing my tongue in. “I want it now,” I pant because that’s what he does to me. Damn.
