Anton’s POV
"Oh indeed, Hannah." I said, smirking.
"You'll have to excuse my shock." she said, sarcasm dripping from each word.
"You and that mouth..."
"And it's not changing." she said, pulling a face and sticking her tongue out.
For whatever reason that little display had my d**k twitching, and I wanted nothing more than to put her over my knee and s***k that sweet porcelain ass of hers pink.
"I think we'll come to an agreement sooner or later." I said, leaning forward so that she was pressed against the armrest of the couch.
"Will we?" she asked, her eyes wide.
"I think I can teach you a few things." I said, trailing my hand up her side.
"I don't doubt it."
She brought her hands up, and for a second I stiffened, but when she rested them on my shoulders I relaxed again.
"Anton
