Come back to me,” I begged, the tear slipping over my eye and gliding down my cheek.

“You couldn't muck out a horse stall in Christian Louboutins.”

“We already established I’m whipped. Got no problem with that considering how th…”

“I want you. I want to taste you. I want to f*ck you. I want to make you come an…”

“You’re stuck,” I blurted, his grin died and he blinked.“Come again?”I swallowed…”