by Skylar Kade
“Yes,” she whispered.
“I worried about you. You should have told me.”
“Jase—”
“The reasons no longer matter.” He stood and stripped off his shirt.
Her head snapped up. “What are you doing?”
“You aren’t in any position to question.” His palms sweat. Would she ask him to go? She wanted a rough bout of sex, to be told what to do and when to do it. Hell, part of his job was enforcing the law. The time and opportunity had come for her to acquiesce to his rules.
“Jase, are you sure you understand?”
He paused. Oh yeah, he knew exactly what he was doing. “If you want me to leave, say so now.” He glanced around the room. The flogger waited on the table. Tempting, but not tonight, not after the man who just left had flogged her. He let his eyes rest on her again. The ropes were sexy. Those would stay.
“I know what I want and I know what you need.”