“Please,” I finally whispered, and he ran the tip of his nose up the back of my neck, his voice laced with heated amusement. “Please what, ginger snap?” he growled, the mint on his breath feathering across my ear. “Please, let me go,” I murmured, not wanting to struggle anymore. He was clearly getting off on it… and honestly, I was too, and it was confusing me. “I like to hear you beg, baby. All you had to do was say please.”
