His arms loosen so I can turn but he's still holding me. God, he looks good enough to f*****g eat. The cuffs of his white dress shirt are rolled up. He's in dress slacks and not his usual club attire. It takes everything I have not to drop at his feet and rest my head again him. I can't, though. That's not who I am. Or maybe it is who I am with him but he can never know it. "I don't want this. Please let me continue working."
He shakes his head slightly. "No. We can do this the easy or hard way. Your call."
Anna takes the flogger from my hand. She grins slightly without saying anything and I know I won't get any help from her.
"Lydia," Damian says and I turn back to him. "Place your arms around my neck and wrap your legs around my waist." He doesn't give me time to reply before lifting
