Breath catching in his throat, he found himself unable to remove his eyes from the vision, the erection that was already spearing a path towards his mid-section becoming positively monumental as she mocked him.
Less than half his age, horse-featured and a foot shorter, it made no difference; he was, he now knew for sure, in her thrall.
“There is nothing more to be said,” she told him, smirking as she allowed the skirt to fall back and turned on her heel to leave. That such a man could be undone by his lust for her as satisfying –and still hard to believe- as she had always fantasised it would be.
Even if she knew her gamble had not been won quite yet.
As it turned out, her hand was upon the doorknob before he recovered enough to find his voice.
“No, Anya!” he cried, amazed himself at
