"I’m not solving my problems," I argue. "I'm ignoring them."

"Oh, even better," she quips before turning away, and something about her sarcastic remark makes me snap. Tearing off my gloves, I catch her around the waist, putting my mouth by her ear.

"What did I tell you about that smart mouth of yours?" I whisper.

There's a subtle smile curling up her lips. "What are you going to do about it?" she teases me.

"Put your hands on the wall," I command, and she bites her lip. "Spread your legs."

She does as I say, and I glance up. The wall is one long mirror so that when I stare up at the reflection, I see her—hands against it, ass held up in front of me, lust in her eyes. Then I see myself, standing behind her, and I know the dirty thoughts racing through my mind.

I want to spank her ass so hard it leaves a handprint, even through her clothes. I want to tear off her pants and fuck her hard, so hard she screams. I want to dominate her and let her feel how much she belongs to me.

The painful erection in my pants wants it too. What the fuck is wrong with me?

This is wrong. So wrong. These thoughts in my head...it's like I want to hurt her.

"Rafe," she murmurs, sending her hips back so she grinds her ass against my groin. I grip her hips hard to stop her movement. "Look at me," she whispers, and my eyes cast down from my own reflection to hers.

"What are you thinking?" she asks.

I almost don't answer her, but the words slip out anyway. "I'm thinking about what I want to do to you."

Her lips part, and I see the lust in her eyes again. "Tell me."

I don't move. I can't tell her these things. It would scare her away, which is exactly why I should. She should be afraid of me, and I should make her leave, but I can't bear the thought of being without her again. Being alone with these fucking thoughts.

"Better yet," she whispers. "Show me." She straightens up, takes her hands away from the wall and peels down her yoga pants, revealing her bare ass before bending back over and putting her hands back where they were.

She's tempting me. I remember the warnings. There would be women who would tempt me, and I had to be strong enough to resist. I had to know the shame of wanting to give in to temptation, and then I had to walk away.

My jaw clenches as my hands slide along the length of her ass. I don't know what makes me do it, maybe my desire to give in to temptation, maybe the need to teach her a lesson or maybe both, but I draw my hand back and land a harsh smack against the flesh of her backside. She yelps, and it both turns me on and repulses me at the same time.