“I real y don’t like you,” I whispered against his mouth as his hand cupped my breast.

“I know. You love me.”

I tried to give attitude, I even tried to hold on to the panic, but it was just melting away.

And then it was gone.

Just like that.

“I’m never going to hear the end of that, am I?” I asked.

His thumb did a nipple swipe.

I did a gasp.

“Probably not,” he said.

Oh well .

Whatever.