Daddies Know How She Tastes Better
“Or wait—can’t believe I forgot! It’s him, right? Mr. Moneybags Gage?”
“No,” I said quickly. “Definitely not.”
Mia stopped walking, turning to face me with her hands on her hips. “Oh my God, it is! Your face is beet red. Thea, spill! Is he the one inspiring this BDSM research? Older guys are totally into that stuff, right? Power dynamics and all.”