Chapter Twelve
Woken with coffee Antonin stirred from blankets, pulling a face as he sat up. Gruff, he took the cup from Martha.
“Sleep well?” she inquired.
“What do you think,” he snapped. “Since when has the couch been comfortable? It’s built for sitting on, not sleeping.”
“I slept well,” she said rubbing it in.
Antonin pulled a face.
“You’re not going to sulk are you?” she pressed sitting by his feet.
“And do I look the type?”
“Yes.”
“Are you deliberately baiting me?”
“Yes.”
“Are you looking for a smack?”
She stood, turned around and pushing her butt our lifted the dress. Antonin stared at her bare behind. “Yes I am,” she assured him.
Coffee aside he slipped naked from the covers and grabbing Martha dragged her back to the couch, and forced her over his lap. She didn’t surr
