“I’ll try to be back for Christmas, but I can’t guarantee it. In the meantime, relax.” His voice turns hot. “And keep out of that toy drawer. I want you wound tight as a spring the next time I see you. I want you to come on my cock the second I shove it inside you.” The line goes dead. I stay in the same position for a long time, thinking, until finally I rouse and take Mojo outside for a pee. Then I get dressed and go to work. Life goes on, even when it’s bizarre and confusing. Even when you’re the new obsession of a rich, sexy, dangerous criminal. Even when you’re in way over your head.
