“First, I’m going to give you the mark right here.” He reached over and traced the expanse of skin along my bodice to the right of my heart. My chest heaved from the light touch. “Then I’m going to bind your wrists with my belt, tie you to the chair, and kiss every inch of your skin.” My focus shot to him and remained there. He waited, brow quirked, for my response. But I had no quip. No argument. Only a steady throbbing that was growing more insistent. His mouth curved. He knew he’d succeeded in gaining my full attention. Or maybe he knew I’d have no desire to fight him on this. He was my
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