he leans in close and lets his hand rest on the top curve of my ass, his fingers flexing. And then he’s glaring down at me. I blink up at him, confused by the sudden change. “Whatever torture device you have on under these clothes that you think you need to keep all of this contained—” he bends low to whisper in my ear, making me shiver, “—take it off and throw it away.” I blush furiously, laughing up at him. “Xander, I’m not throwing away my spanx, they smooth everything out—”
