“Okay,” he repeats, his lips curving into the smallest hint of a smile. “Then I think it’s time for you to strip.” His blunt statement draws a nervous laugh from me. “You said rules, plural. That was only one.” There’s more, I’m sure of it. If we’re gonna do this, there has to be. But he clearly doesn’t care about them right now, because he shakes his head and whispers the most sinful words he’s spoken to me yet. “The rest can wait ‘til after I make you come.”
