“Do you have any idea what you do to me, Rory?” Another stroke. “Anything at all? Do you have any fucking clue how wild you drive me with that smartass mouth of yours? The way you make me wish I could paddle your ass until you’re no longer able to smart off, only to let you up so we can start all over again?” His words make me shake. Not because I’m scared, but because I want that too. So fucking bad.
