Top Secret

by Sarina Bowen

“Fine. I won’t,” I promise. “Now will you come back here and finish what you started?” I fling the sheet off my lower body, and my erection bobs up to say hello. “Nah.” “Why not?” I demand. He sweeps his tongue over his bottom lip. “Because you displeased me.” I sputter with laughter. “Are you serious right now? I displeased you?” “Yeah, by bringing up the work shit. Your big mouth cost yourself my mouth.” Luke’s eyes gleam dangerously. “Bad boys get punished, Hayworth.” Ohhh. I see where this is going and I ain’t gonna lie—I’m fully on board. So is my dick, judging by the way it grows impossibly harder. Luke doesn’t miss my body’s response. But when I slide my hand down my stomach toward my groin, he stops me with a swift, “Hands at your sides.” “But I’m horny,” I whine. “Don’t care. Hands at your sides.” When I hesitate again, he mocks, “Don’t make me ask you a third time.” My mouth goes dry. I slowly press my palms to the mattress on either side of me.