He nibbled down the tendon of her neck and down lower, licking between her breasts. She sucked in a breath.
“You’re manipulating me.”
“I am. Should I stop?”
“No.”
“So you agree? I can baby you for two weeks? No holds barred? And you have to participate willingly with no complaints?”
“When would it start?”
“A week from tomorrow. I’ll need to make some arrangements.”
Mal leaned back to look at him. “What kind of arrangements?”
His smile turned wicked. “The fun kind. Are you saying yes?”
She heaved a sigh. “You’re threatening me with a good time. How can I say no?”
His smile widened. “Good. Now go have your bath. Take your time. If I’m lucky, I’ll make it before you get out of the tub, and I’ll make sure every single inch of you is very, very clean.”
With that, he strutted away, hands in his pockets, whistling.
Mal watched him go, her entire body flushed with heat, her pulse thudding electrically. She reviewed the conversation in her mind.
Holy crap. What had she just agreed to? She’d pretty much just given him free rein on doing anything he wanted for two entire weeks and she wasn’t allowed to complain. In fact, she was going to participate.
Crap. She was in so much trouble.
She headed for home. She’d better rest up.
The end.
