The Player and the Single Mom

“I’m going to spank you for trying to pick a fight with me.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Is that right?”

“Yes. Remember I told you that I’m in charge in the bedroom.”

“That was when we were on vacation.” But she was smiling slyly as I gently pushed her down onto the bed. “Just because I agreed earlier doesn’t mean it applies to every situation.”

“That was a blanket statement in Mexico. And yes, it does mean it applies to every situation. You’re in charge of the rest of the house. But I get here.” I pinched her nipple.

Sera gasped. “I see. I think I can agree to those terms.”

I smiled wickedly at her.