The way his eyes rake over me, sliding down my legs, lingering on my thighs, makes my breathing go shallow.
“Do you know how much trouble you’re in?” he adds dangerously.
“Are you going to spank me?” I whisper, and instantly regret it, not because I didn’t mean it, but because of what his eyes do in response.
That smile he gives me isn’t nice. It’s filthy. Wicked. It lights a fire in my stomach and sends heat rushing to my chest. My n*****s tighten under the dress, and I squeeze my thighs together, trying to get a grip.
God, I want to crawl onto his lap and let him ruin me, right here. But even in the low light of the booth, we’re still visible. And I’m not drunk enough to be that bold.
Thankfully, the auction starts and gives me something else to focus on, something other than my si
