"Distract me," Grace said. Otherwise, she just might beg him for a happy ending. Something she couldn’t allow herself to do. He said they would mate soon. Which meant, now was not the time.
Or was she supposed to beg? Before, in the bedroom, he’d said, Not until you beg me. Was that what he wanted now? What did he expect? To work her into a frenzy and hear her plead? Well, she would—
"Distract you how?" James asked, surprising her.
Okay, so begging wasn’t on the menu. Astonished with herself, she fought a wave of disappointment. "Tell me a story."
He stilled. "A story?"
"Yes." Grace cracked open her eyelids and added, "Whatever you do, don’t stop massaging!"
His lips twitched despite the tension radiating from him, something she found endearing. Most likely, amusement had not been a
