“Do you want me to beg, Cale? Because I will.”
A convincing scowl overtook his handsome features as he finally pushed away from the bar and slowly made his way toward me. “No.”
It was pretty darn fortunate I wasn’t wearing any panties. Because the scorching heat of his intense gaze would’ve melted them in a split second.
“Don’t beg. Don’t talk. Don’t make any sudden movements.” He looped an arm around my knees, taking my legs out from under me, which sent me crashing into his lap. “Understand?”
I nodded wordlessly and reached up to trace the scar along his collarbone.
“And don’t touch,” he growled, seizing my wrist. “For God’s sake, Mickey, don’t touch anything.”
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