“Good girl,” I growl. “You think I’m a good girl?” Her voice goes dark. “Actually, you’re a very bad girl.” Who needs to be spanked. “You’re topless and grinding on your sister’s fiancé’s cock. That’s hardly the definition of a good girl.” “If it’s too much for you, I can go down to the bar, find someone else to—” “Don’t you dare.” In a fit of rage, both my hands cup her tits, my mouth watering at the firm fullness of them. “Don’t you even think of going near another man.”
