“Can you guess what my secret is?” he rumbled, squeezing her hand as they reached the end of his length. His skin throbbed beneath her fingers, velvety smooth and scorching hot. “Can you guess what I like?” “If it’s refusing to let innocent Sigmas come, then I don’t want to know,” she grumbled, adding quickly, “Sir.” Mikel chuckled. “Too late.” His hand whipped to either side, landing two stinging blows.
