“In that room, it’s only Sir.” She pointed out the obvious. “We’re not in the room.” His grin sharpened, something she might have thought was impossible. “Indeed,” he purred, his eyes growing hot, his scent smouldering, his desire crashing through her mind, knocking over the wall she had erected as though it was made of matchsticks. Her core clenched around the metal balls, making her wince as her thighs grew uncomfortably sticky.
