He stepped closer to the bed, bracing one knee onto the mattress as he leaned over me slightly.
“You thought I was entertaining another woman,” he said softly, the words sliding over my skin.
“I—” My voice faltered. I licked my lips unconsciously.
His eyes darkened at the motion.
“I think,” he continued, lowering his voice further, “we need to address that behavior.”
The authority in his tone made something inside me tighten and melt at the same time.
He leaned closer, his hand pressing into the mattress beside my head.
“For a start, I’m about to spank you.”
My breath caught in my throat. The heat that had already been simmering inside me flared higher, sharper. I hadn’t expected this side of him tonight—not after my ridiculous assumption, not after my sharp tone. And yet here he w
