Maddie Crane
Capturing Dominic’s lips, I pull at his shirt, backing slowly into the car, a giggle escaping me, “What has gotten into you, Mrs. Crane?” Dominic teases, as Jane shuts the door behind us.
“Maybe I’m getting used to the idea of calling you mine, Dominic Crane,” I whisper, smiling against his lips.
“f**k, I hope so,” Dominic’s words, sending giddy jitters coursing through my body.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I claim him. His lips, his jaw, his neck, his chest, everything. I want to bring him to his knees in front of me…or be on my knees for him. Why not give this a chance? I’ve already got him…the likelihood of finding my purge dom is slim to none…and he may not even want me a second time.
Dominic’s fingers dance at the hemline of my shirt, pulling me from my though
