Sinners Consumed (Sinners Anonymous, #3)

by Somme Sketcher

“Say please.” His gaze darkens. “Please what?” “Ask me out to dinner, but say please.” His nostrils flare, and by the way he glances at the ceiling, I know he’s wondering if I’m worth the humiliation. But then his stare falls back to mine, his jaw tight. “Penny, would you do me the honor of letting me take you out for dinner?” He grits his teeth. “Please?” Despite not being able to decide whether I want to claw his eyeballs out or not, pleasure skates down my spine. I think I enjoy it when that word slips from Rafe’s lips. “Hmm,” I muse, leaning back on my palms and pretending to weigh up my options. “Are you paying?” He laughs. “What kind of question is that?” “Will there be dessert?” “Of course.” “Can I have two?” “You can have anything you like.” I scrape my teeth over my bottom lip. “I don’t know. I have other options—” “Your only other option is getting bent over my knee and spanked,” he snaps, dragging his hand off my thigh and reaching for his belt buckle. “You can have two of those, too.”