I glanced down, noting his favorite bits were in the perfect location should my knee suddenly jerk upward. Muscles did spasm on occasion. I had just cause, surely, to get away with it if mine happened to jolt into him. He leaned closer, his gaze full of challenge. “Do it and I promise you’ll be over my knee, Miss Saint Lucent. Though that didn’t feel like such a deterrent to you yesterday, did it?”
