His gaze jumped to my ponytail. I cut him off before he could suggest what we would do next. “If you go for my hair, Keelan, I’ll have you face down on this floor and begging in less than five seconds.” My threat only made him grin. “Alright, baby girl. I won't pull your hair…this time.” His tone suggested something other than sparring and my mind filled with filthy thoughts.
