“You’re going to have to tell me no when I come begging.” A swallow moves against his neck, his Adam's apple catching my attention. The veins on his arms start to bulge like he’s already having a hard time holding himself back. It should scare me. But it entices me. His gaze lazily makes its way down my body, and butterflies fill my stomach. “Because trust me, Sunshine.” He pins me with a dark look. “I will come begging.”
Gaaaaahhhhh 😩😍🤭
