I like it so much when he’s rough like this.
I wonder what it would feel like to be a bad girl and have him punish me, and I like that, too.
I groan as he pulls away, and his breath is hot on my face. Hot and fast.
“Upstairs,” he orders. “Take your clothes off in the kitchen and wait for me at the table.”
I nod and my tummy lurches as I leave him. He watches me all the way upstairs as the butterflies flutter. My heart thumps as I take off my cardigan on the way, and my cami, too. I fold them and place them on the chair, then unclip my bra with shaky fingers. I slip down my jeans and step out of them, my knickers, too, and put them on the pile until I’m only in my socks.
I’m tugging them off when he comes into view, and he stares at me.
Swallows as I pull them free and put them on the
