“I’m sorry?” I breathed in. I actually am. That was the sad thing.
“How sorry?” His mouth travelled along my jawline to my ear.
“Probably not as sorry as you want me to be.”
“Good answer.” He nudged me back until I was lying flat on the bed and leaned over me. “I’m mad at you, you know.”
“What did I do now?”
He flicked his tongue against my neck and it moved downwards in tiny, spiraling circles. “While I appreciate the best blow job of my life and never plan to turn you down ever again, I’m pissed you didn’t let me return the favor.”
He slid his hand beneath my shirt and pinched my nipple through my bra. I gasped at the rough sensation.
“You weren’t supposed to return it,” I breathed as he found the button to my jeans.
“I