SLAVE TO YOUR LOVE
he said after a moment.
Addison opened her mouth to offer a knee-jerk sort of demurral but stopped herself. What was there to lose? She had the sense again, as she had repeatedly since that first day here, that she was gathering up all these white-hot, deliriously passionate moments to hoard later when she was alone. When she was free.
“If you insist, Mr. Romanoff,” Addison said, watching that fierce light blaze in his eyes.
She slid out of the chair she’d pulled up next to his desk and onto the floor, smiling slightly as his hard face tightened with desire. Slowly, holding his gaze, she crawled between his legs.
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