“If you really hated me like you claim, you’d have quit your job years ago. You’d have never woken up with a ring on your finger. And you sure as hell wouldn’t be standing this close to me right now.” He leans in again, close enough for his words to settle on my skin like heat. “And you certainly wouldn’t be imagining me spanking and cutting you until you pass out as punishment for your little stunt today. But you are, aren’t you? You’re soaking fucking wet for me.”
