What kind of consequences she had no clue. It wasn’t like she could do anything to him, but she’d think of something, damn it.
“One.”
No movement.
Well, it wasn’t like she was expecting it to actually work. But still, worth a try, right?
“Two.”
Still nothing.
“Three.”
He smirked. “It’s cute that you think that works on me.”
Cute? Cute! Was he serious right now? She wasn’t cute.
“There’s gonna be consequences,” she warned.
“Yeah? You think you’re going to spank me, Little Thief?”
The return of the nickname flooded her with happiness and heat. That unfortunately, also went to her cheeks, making them flush.
Spank him? No, she didn’t want to spank him.
Now, having him spank her . . . holy heck balls, yes.
Stop that, Keira.
Obviously, she had some sort of fever or something because she was having delusions.
Delusions of herself over Zander’s knee, getting her butt spanked. Then of her being laid out on the bed with her legs spread, his head between her thighs . . .
Which would be so pleasant, considering it’s been a while since you’ve bathed. Or shaved.
Yep, that was a good way to douse the flames licking her insides.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked.
Don’t say oral sex. Don’t say oral sex.
“Oral care,” she blurted out. Whew. Dodged a bullet.
Wait. No. Why did she say that? Why did she say anything at all? Why couldn’t she just ignore him? Like she did with Webb?
Because Webb didn’t affect her in the same way that Zander did. He didn’t make her think about what it would feel like to have Zander pressed against her naked body, touching her, tasting her.
It had been a long time since she’d found sex enjoyable. She couldn’t remember the last time that she’d even come.
And she had this feeling that wouldn’t be an issue with Zander.
Nah, she was likely building him up too much and would be disappointed. He probably had a tiny pickle rather than a cucumber.
“All right, now what are you thinking?” he growled.
“Cucumbers.”
“Dental care and cucumbers? I am never going to understand women.”