“Fuck you and your memories.”
“And fuck you and your defiance, Gina. Just for five goddamn minutes, surrender control. Let me in.”
I drew in a deep breath. No, no. My job is the epitome of control. Every detail of my life—controlled My orgasms—controlled Every. Fucking. Thing.
“No.” I pushed back into the glass harder.
George’s hand slid to my side and undid my zipper. He tugged the dress down roughly until it was pooled at my feet and my bare skin was against the cold glass.
“You can surrender by choice or I can make you
