She steps back, bracing her hands on the counter behind her. “Yes, sir.” Fuck me. Her eyes trail down to the unmistakable growing bulge in my pants before slowly returning to mine with a she-devil smile. “Maybe next time, you should bring a leash.” She tilts her head and bats those thick black lashes in a bashful ruse. “We can see who belongs on it more.” Jesus Christ. She’ll be the death of me.
