She attempted to draw his question from the banks of her memory. The lines of their bodies molded together, each curve and line perfectly matched as if they were made to fit together. The feel of him clasped against her overwhelmed her senses and robbed her of coherent thought.
Complication must have shown on her face because he laughed again then bent his head so his lips nuzzled against her ear.
“Describe the rest of your dream for me, Leda” He requested.
She didn’t want to confess her fantasy to him, embarrassment enough to temper her haze. But what choice did she have? What choice did she really have in any of this?
“I was blindfolded, sir.”
“Really?” He said as his free hand brushed down the side of her body, stopping at her bare hip.
“Did you like it?” He asked.
She gasped as
