But I don't even want to wish for it. Because he won't let me touch him.
He grins as he swaggers over, and sits across from me, pulling his covered plate to himself. "How's dinner?"
"Yummy," I answer, giving him a look that plainly says I would find other things even yummier.
When did I turn into this s*x-crazed maniac? I mean, he just spanked me. The pain is wearing off, and I kind of want him to do it again, which is the truly weird part.
"This stroganoff was decidedly better the last time I ordered it," he says with his mouth full, yet he proceeds to eat the rest so fast he practically inhales it. As far as I'm concerned, it's one of the best dishes I ever tasted, but I don't tell him so.
"You’re all out of questions, Nicole?" he asks pointedly, pushing the plate away, and wiping h
