Zella
How exactly did I go from being mad at the man before me and trying to make him jealous to being on my knees in his office, eyeing the massive bulge in his pants? I licked my lips at the sight, and his hand closed around the back of my neck.
“Open up, Princess,” he rasped.
I hated that he could read me so well that my body answered him even when my head was screaming no.
“Isaiah…” My voice was barely a whisper. I tried to think of something to say in protest, but nothing came out. All I could think about was how hot it was.
He didn’t move, just waited for me to obey, and like the weak, lovesick fool I was, I did. My lips parted, and he let out a quiet, approving sound that sent thrills to me.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmured, lowering the waistband of his pants, freeing hi
