"Good thing you held back. That could have been worse," Michael said.
Carlos sighed as one of his hands ran through his hair, gaze locked on the ceiling of his grey office.
Good thing he hadn't given in to the ache that struck him earlier. First was Kyla. She was like a devil-sent woman on a mission to break his promises of keeping his hands to himself. Everything she does. Every move. Every word she says has hands itching to ruin her.
It had been like that since that night he had let her hug him.
He shouldn't have made her stay that close. He shouldn't have watched her sleep like that on his chest, while her sweet floral scent filled his nose.
It was hard to turn a man like him on. He's good at restraining his s****l urge.
His submissive or slave would have to be professional to do
