Midnight Pleasure: 30 Shades Of Short Stories
“Good. We need solid evidence if he keeps refusing to sign. Forbes Maxwell is already making moves on the board, that bastard won’t wait forever. How are you holding up, princess?”
The word “princess” sent heat rushing through me. I shifted in my seat, pressing my thighs together as I drove.
Lucas had no idea how many nights I’d touched myself thinking of him taking control, calling me that while he pinned me down. Ever since I turned nineteen, those fantasies had consumed me.
“I’m… managing,” I said, my voice a little breathier than I intended. “This divorce can’t come fast enough. Marcus is dead weight. Sometimes I wonder if he even likes women.”