You want to scare me.” Trin inhaled sharply, as if Chace had landed a bull’s-eye. Even with his eyes closed, Chace could feel the ribbons stretching from his gut to Trin’s, braiding them tight. God, they had to be together. I belong to him. Why doesn’t he take what’s his? “What if I told you that you should be scared?” Chace absorbed the words and tone. Oh, yeah, Trin meant what he was saying. “Then I’d tell you that offering to spank me didn’t disgust me. It turned me on.” Chace crawled to Trin, fumbling as he climbed over his lap. Embarrassment heated his face but when he squirmed into place he felt right, draped naked over Trin’s knee. He imagined how he looked, his pale, slight body a submissive stretch over Trin’s worn jeans. As Chace lay panting, Trin’s hot callused palm clasped his left ass cheek, hesitant wonder transmitting through touch. “You think I don’t know you? Maybe you just want a quick screw. I don’t care.” Believe, Chace told himself.
