“And what will we be busy with?” His lips widen in a smug smile, and he leans to whisper in my ear. “I want to fuck you in every part of my home, on every piece of furniture. That way, when I zone out again, I’ll have at least one of those spots in view. That will make it much easier to come back, don’t you think?” “I like that idea.” I bite his lower lip. “I’m a big supporter of alternative therapy techniques.”
