CHAPTER 12

“Or else I’ll smack your arse so hard you’ll feel my hand there for a week.”

“Tempting.” I caught the thong and tucked it into my palm. “I happen to be fond of your spankings… And your hands.”

I laughed and ran out of my room. Ivan’s own quiet laugh followed me, and I flicked the kettle to boiling. Brits and their fucking tea.

He wrapped his arms around me from behind and buzzed his lips down my neck. “You’re a dirty, rotten tease, bitch.”

“And you’re awfully demanding.” I smiled and threw a teabag into a mug for him. I spooned coffee into the second.

“It’s hard not to be when you give in to every single one… Especially if handcuffs are involved.”

“Or ties. Or scarfs. Or maybe chains,” I teased.

“Chains, hmm?”

“Are you getting ideas now?”

He reached out and grabbed his tea. He curled his fingers around the mug handle. “Brenda,” he breathed close to my mouth. “All you have to do is exist and I get ideas. About yo