"You manipulated me." My voice was unsteady. "That's cheating. I don't normally sound like that."

He pulled his hands from under my shirt, spinning me around to face him. I was left standing there with clenched thighs while he washed his hands in the sink. All the while, his eyes never left mine. That smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Or maybe," he reached for a towel, "you're just looking for an excuse to get me to continue."

"Well," I blushed "...is that bad?"

He stepped closer, ...