His cold hands held my face, soothing my burning cheeks. “If I fired you, I’d probably never see you again. I want to see you every day of my life.” “Magnus,” I groaned. I held his hands holding my cheeks, my vision blurring the slightest bit. “This isn’t as right as it feels. There’s a clear power imbalance.” “I agree,” he said, leaning closer. “But I shall do my best to submit to your dominance with the grace of a gentleman.”
