This week’s six comes from the new novella I’m writing, The Masterful Mr. Tate.
“I’ll enjoy knowing you’re wearing my hand print for the rest of the day,” Asher said. After he straightened my skirt back into place, he tugged me back a few steps with an arm looped around my waist while I fought the rush of endorphins having a party in my flesh. “Off with you now.” He patted my behind over the sore spot he’d made and swung the door open.
I exited his office on wobbling legs. A glance over my shoulder revealed him watching me with a grin.
See you next week!