“You’d still fuck me.” I crowd her space and rest one hand on either side of her hips on the counter, caging her in. “Wouldn’t you, beauty queen? You’d still find your way over here because I know how to keep you satisfied. I know how to take care of you, don’t I? Not just in the bedroom but outside it, too.” Her breath catches in her throat and she grabs my shirt. “Yes,” she whispers. “I would and you do.”
