Boundaries and consequences be damned. I needed an answer. “What do you say, Brave One? Are you willing to go for a hat-trick?” The deep brown of Annie’s eyes turned midnight black. Her breath hitched, then she nodded. “I’m gonna need verbal consent.” My lips grazed her ear. “Because if I remember correctly, you said you’d get drinks with that fucker unless you were tied up.” I gently grazed her cheek with my tie-wrapped fist. “And I don’t plan on letting you get drinks.” “Yes,” she panted.
