“The only time I ever want to see a grown man on his knees in front of me, Nate, is when his face is between my legs. So no, I don’t want you to beg me.” Oh fuck. Standing from the bed, I immediately watch her change. Her breathing deepens, thighs squeeze together, tongue pokes out to wet her lips. I can’t help but smirk because I’ve just realized the attraction might not be as one-sided as I thought it was. “You don’t hate me like you pretend you do, do you? If you want me on my knees, Anastasia, we can make that happen.”
OH MY GOD.
