Theo knew he’d f****d up, and Savannah wasn’t the type to let it slide without making her point in a way only she could. Some couples punished each other with arguments or silence. Some used pain or deprivation. But now that he had marked her, their punishments came in the form of intoxicating, excruciating pleasure—pleasure that tested his limits and kept him teetering on the edge.
The moment she stepped out of view, Theo exhaled sharply and logged into the meeting. He didn’t bother activating his camera or unmuting his microphone.
The half-dozen participants were already deep in discussion, reviewing the materials Black had prepared. Their voices filtered through his headset, all business as usual. He gave them a few moments to acknowledge his presence, though his mind wasn’t remotely
