“What?” I repeat, hoping he doesn’t bring up seeing me with the priest.

“What don’t you understand?” He asks.

I roll my eyes. “Don’t make this weird, Brock.”

His eyebrow lifts.

“I saw something I liked. You liked what happened next. End of story.”

“So that’s all this is?”

I shrug.

He eyes me suspiciously. “If you say so.”

He steps down from the long sofa, and without a word, he grips my hips and flips me over.

Before I can even draw a breath, his hands hook around my waist. He whisks me up from the cushions as if I weigh nothing at all.

He carries me straight into...