The Coochie Diaries
How many deals had he made with men who had no idea he craved this, needed this?
He brought the glass back, crawling with quiet composure, head bowed like she was royalty.
When he reached her, she didn’t reach for the wine.
She reached for his jaw.
Cool fingers tilted his face up to hers. “Look at me,” she said.
His eyes met hers… vulnerable, wanting.
“You’re quiet, Butler.”
“It is not my place to speak unless given permission, Mistress.”
Cecilia smiled. “Good boy.”
She took the wine.
The wine was a dark red, bold, almost indecent against the candlelight. She sipped it slowly, savoring the taste, French, expensive, a little dramatic. Just like him.
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