Did he expect an answer? If he did she didn’t have one for him at the moment. But then he stood and turned as if he were going to leave. The only thing she could think to ask was… “What about our fight?”

He took no more than two steps from her and then turned back. “When a woman’s naked and on her knees there’s never a fight. Spanking, punishment and groveling? Yes, but no fighting.”

She was almost disappointed. Twisted. Fuck, damn, shit. So twisted. “Oh.”

He put his forefinger under her chin and lifted. “Do you have a bedroom around this place or what?”

“Yes.”

He stroked her cheek and said, “Don’t go all soft on me, kitten. It’s not the time. That bad I warned you about? Get ready to face it.”