Irritation begins to ripple in my gut, and I know at once that there will be no playing right now. I sigh, already suspecting what’s about to come spilling out of his mouth before he can bother to open it. “Let me guess, you’ll fuck me until I can’t walk, or remember my name, or know how to talk at all, but not now, because now would be too convenient and we have other shit to do,” I grump.
