Her nostrils flare as though she’s fighting an eye roll, and I can’t help myself. “Ever seen Fifty Shades?” “I have.” She rolls her plump bottom lip between her teeth. “Do you remember what happened when Ana rolled her eyes at Christian?” Her breath catches yet again as her stare intensifies, and it might be my new favorite sound. She leans toward me, her shirt falls forward, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to ogle her tits. “Maybe I want you to spank me.”
