“Tell me and I’ll do it, princess. How do you want to be spoiled?” I feel like I’m on fire—but the flames of desire outweigh the ones of embarrassment and nervousness. It’s just James, after all. He might be acting like the devil, but underneath the facade, he’s my devoted boyfriend, and he’d never hurt me. I force myself to look at him as I say it. “I want you to fuck my ass.” “Good girl,” he praises, cupping my cheek. “You’re such a perfect girl for me, Beckett.”
