Epilogue
One month later
Kylie
“Pull that skirt up, baby. Let me see what’s waiting for me when we get home.” My mate hasn’t grown any less bossy since marking me. Our drive home from work together has become just one of the many pleasures of working for Jackson King. Shared lunch breaks are another one. And getting to help him with his new code.
He stares over at me like a starving man. Like he hadn’t already f****d me over his desk after using a ruler on my ass during lunch. Like he doesn’t have full access to me every night at home.
“Now, kitten. Every second you make me wait will earn you a stroke with my belt.”
I already reached for the hem of my tight fitted skirt, but I stop now, flashing a naughty grin. “Is that so?”
Now that I’ve switched on my shifter DNA, my body heals al
