“Table?” She asked, turning her face towards him a fraction but still keeping her eyes closed. He chuckled, letting the sound vibrate through her. “Yes, Ivy. My padded, leather table made perfectly for all kinds of depraved, delicious things.” Her face flushed and he grinned. “There are other spots in my playroom you could be, but I don’t want to toss you into the deep end. We’ll work up to those.” He watched her lips part just a fraction and knew she was imagining all kinds of wicked things. Silas wrapped his energy around them more, ratcheting up the lustful need inside her.
