He swallows hard. “Well, since you’re begging—” I let the heel of my palm brush his erection through his pants. Vincent’s smug smile disappears and his chin tips back, a low groan rumbling in his throat. It’s deeply satisfying to know I’m capable of wiping that smirk off his face. I want to make him come undone too. “Who did you say was begging?” I ask.
WAIT SHES SO
