"I still can't believe there's a hundred grand sitting in my account," he chuckles, his voice cracking.
I lay flat back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
"Me too. I screamed. I danced. In fact, I thanked the man more than I've ever thanked anyone in my life."
At least that part isn't a lie. Iwill forever be grateful to Banks for this money, even if he f***s me like a ruthless beast in return.
My thumb instinctively stroke my wrist.
If I am being completely honest with myself, it isn't a problem at all. I love how imaginative and innovative he's with an act that normally involves p***y and d**k. Hell, the only wildness I had regarding s*x was doing it in the kitchen. Since Banks however...
My throat goes entirely dry, and my chest takes a rapid, heavy beat at the thought of him.
