“You have to know I love when you beg.” I swallow. He’s not even trying to conceal what he wants, but I guess I’m not either. Not when I take a step toward him and tip my chin, mouth inches away from his ear, and say, “I’m not wearing any underwear.” “You are so unfair,” he murmurs. “Maybe you should do something about it,” I say, pulling away. “You know where I’ll be.”
