Oh Yes
“They don’t matter. Only I do.”
He swallowed, but when I slid my hand under his shirt, fingertips grazing the heat of his skin, he moaned softly, right there in the open. My grin was sharp against his mouth.
“Good boy.”
His entire body shuddered at those two words, and I knew then that I had him. Hooked, strung out on nothing but my voice and my hands.
I pulled back, just enough to study his face. His lips were swollen, his pupils blown wide, his breathing ragged. “You ready to follow me home?” I asked.