Erica
He held out his hand to me as he said, “Come on, then. You said you wanted to talk.”
I looked at his outstretched hand and despite wanting to say something sarcastic about him behaving like a gentleman, I just slipped my hand in his. He gripped my fingers and pulled me up with a jerk. With a soft gasp, I placed my palm against his chest to balance myself and looked up at him. “I was sure you were gonna say something that would've earned you a punishment.” He murmured in his deep voice that stroked my inner thighs.
“Punishment? I thought you were feeling a little sympathetic toward me after...” I trailed off, biting my tongue. What the hell I was doing!
He slipped his hand at the back of my neck and asked, “Do you want my sympathy, diavola?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“Good. I was s
