Private Punishment

WHAT?!

“Five,” Vaughn said softly.

Mateo’s smirk faltered, his throat bobbed, and his bravado drained out of him all at once. He stumbled back, muttering curses, face pale with sweat as he practically ran out of the restaurant.

And I sat there, trembling, heart racing, thighs soaked, eyes wide, wishing the ground would swallow me because oh my God, Vaughn was about to explode and not at Mateo.