Genevieve let the smile spread and she bit her lip, rolling her eyes when he whispered in her ear. She watched him move to his desk and she leaned back on to her hands, her shirt tightening on her perky breasts as well as stretching over her nipple rings. Her head tilted, her ear touching her shoulder, “I like it more when a guy begs. Asking isn’t my thing.” She told him honestly. She studied him, wondering what he was thinking about now.