“I’ve never—I mean; the guys I’ve been with—” My hand grips her chin hard, jealousy boiling in my gut at the suggestion. “Finish that sentence, I dare you. I guarantee it’ll be you on your knees this time, not me.” The mild threat and my hard grip seem to wake her from her shyness. She bites her lip and sinks to her knees in front of me with a sultry smile. “You’re acting like that wasn’t the plan all along.”
