I can bring you right out here, or take you out to the woods or the barn, or into the bedroom, and paddle your wicked behind just as often as you need it. And we both know that’s likely an awful lot.” “It is. God, I really do misbehave, Will.” I chuckled and pulled him close, my hands gentle as I rubbed him softly. “I know it.” “I like all those things you say. I guess you know that too.” “Which things are those?” “You know,” he said shyly.
