My p***y clenched. Crap, I probably should have given this more thought. He had a lot more experience than I did.
My inner b***h flicked her hair. But we've got more experience with...baking. And what are we doing tonight? BAKING! We're going to bake enough treats to make the Amatucci soldiers need a diet program. Then we're going to tease our man until he begs. He'll come first and he'll finally know who holds the power in this relationship.
This was in the bag. I smiled. Pushing up to my toes, I pressed my lips to his. His hands came around me, fingers biting into my hips. I moaned.
Shit. He was playing dirty already.
I wiggled out of his reach. Shook my finger at him. "That's dirty pool, Mr. Penn."
His grin was all teeth. "I said nothing about playing a clean game, Ms. Chase."
