Vanessa dropped the riding crop to the floor with a clatter. She grabbed Mel’s wrists, pinning them above her head, and kissed her again. This time the kiss was deep, hungry, insistent. Mel responded in kind. Vanessa pressed her body against Mel’s, trapping Mel against the wall with her hips. “I can tell how much you want me.” Vanessa pushed her thigh firmly between Mel’s legs, stoking the fire deep inside her. “I’ve wanted you since the first night I saw you in my club. And I always get what I want.”
