Flora was purring in excitement at his words. He wants to beg at my feet? Why? And why does the idea have me pressing my thighs together?
“You want to?”
He nods slowly, “I very much do.”
I bit my lip, not sure how to respond. I want to see him do it. I want it badly, knowing he is willing, but Neil is still at the laundromat watching over my clothes for me. I didn’t even start washing all of them. I had just shoved the first load in when Andrew showed up. Lord, I hope Neil doesn't actually touch any of my delicates. As much as I would love to stay home and have Andrew crawl circles around me, it's probably not a good idea.
“I need to finish washing my clothes,” I reminded him. I don’t want to leave Neil with my underwear and his weird ideas about them all afternoon.
Andrew’s eyes ti
