CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN

Her legs were jelly like and wobbled when he let her drop on them and she was glad when he held her and pressed her into him.

"Talk to me next time." He said and it wasn't a question. He was telling her.

"Okay." She whispered in response, safe in the protective circle of his strong arms.

He kissed her hair and held her against him a little longer before he left her.

He dressed her back up until she had every piece of clothing back in place, everything except her ripped panties, and looked less ravaged.

She watched him dress, her eyes appreciating the muscles that were so defined and sculpted and begged to be explored.

"If you keep looking at me like that, we won't get any work done." He growled.

She blushed hard at his words and her sassy subconscious was down that road with her too instead of offering her a super sassy comeback.