Book 2: Chapter 40

I saw a frantic craving in his eyes, and I couldn’t tell him no. I wiggled off his lap and turned to walk into the house, but a quick grasp on my arm stopped me. I turned back to him with a confused look trying to find out what was stopping him.

“Out here,” he demanded.

My mouth hit the ground. I snapped it shut on the inarticulate sounds that came out of my throat as I tried to protest and tried to stop myself at the same time. I knew protesting was the quickest way to get a punishment.

I grasped the button on my pants and quickly twisted it up then slowly pushed them down until I could step out of them then kicked them aside.

I saw his eyebrows raise when he caught sight of my plain white undies. I had packed a crapload of them for this trip, they had been my way of protesting all the sexy little outfits Jordan had put me in over the last year.

“What happened to the silk panties Jordan was always going on and on about?” Jack asked.

I crossed my