Her fingers curled along the marble, shifting her ass straight into my groin and fitting far too perfectly to be anything but a fantasy. I should have stepped back. Fooling around with Dorothy wasn’t a good idea for anyone involved. It would only confuse things more than they already were. She was a job. A means to a very long end, and I would see it through, even if it meant burning her alive along the way. She was a sacrificial pawn in this game. When she was moving against me, those pink lips curling in triumph, it was hard to see her as anything but that queen.
