“Quit making fun of me and let me go. And s-stop calling me ‘baby girl’. It’s weird!” I know my face is beet red and all I want to do is go crawl in a hole and die. “No,” Wesley says, enunciating the word in a rough growl. “What do you mean, ‘no’?” I scowl at him, and the bastard is cruel enough to laugh in reply. “I said ‘no’ because I need you to know how wrong you are. Because every time you glare at me, it makes me want to bend you over and spank your bratty ass. Because every time I’ve called you ‘baby girl’ you flushed so prettily, and it’s made my dick hard as steel.” My mouth falls
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