Florence's P.O.V.

You trying to kill me?” He rubs the back of his neck, looking tortured. 

“Me?” I ask coyly. He reaches down and grabs an ankle to yank me closer. I squeal, but I’m not afraid. No fucking way. I want him to touch me too badly.

With a quick move he has me across his lap, his hand squeezing my ass. “You have a very nice ass, too bad it’s gotta be punished.”

He gives my ass a tentative swat and then another as if he’s out of practice, which I hope to god he is, ‘cause I don’t want him to have done this with anyone else....