[ Of course Greer pauses to consider the apology he'd offered her before, one with so much more weight and expectation than the one she's all but demanding in this moment, but she's not allowing herself to dwell in the all-too-recent past, not when she can still feel her own pulse through the handprints temporarily marking her skin, the lingering slickness between her thighs. Instead, she's drawn in by the way Embry can look full of contrition and completely unapologetic in the same instant, his mouth wearing the type of crooked slant that makes her want to simultaneously crawl onto the bed on all fours and slap him right across the face. ]

If you're not, then you're not.

[ But the tone of her voice should serve as more than a little indication that there'll be consequences, for him, if he doubles down on it, if he not only avoids asking for forgiveness but chooses not to have regrets. She's a bit taller than she normally is, in these heels, tall enough to reach him, tall enough to make an effort at intimidation.

Another yank, but then Greer releases the tie to shove Embry back, with both hands, into the door again, his weight making it rattle in the frame — and this time, she asserts herself forward too, skirt hitching higher up her thighs as she notches one knee up between his legs, applies a less-than-subtle pressure there. ]

We both like a little pain, don't we, Embry? But I know what would punish you more.

[ There's a sudden absence of everything — sensation, scent, warmth — because she's just retreated from him, backing up one step at a time, creating more distance. ]

Forcing you to look, and not touch. [ She'd been naked before, and he hadn't been able to help himself; her fingers idly stray to the front buttons on her blouse, toying with one or two as her gaze roams over his face, heated and lingering. ] Making you beg for it until I'm satisfied.