[Aldo]
Where’s Dawn? The van? Are the men here?
But it’s none of that.
Dawn is standing over me, grinning, a wicked sparkle in her eye. She’s just locked my hands to the bed.
“I understand that today was a tiring day for you. And the one before.” Her voice is low, husky, dripping with mischief. She moves around me, her finger trailing along my body, slow and deliberate.
That finger traces down my t-shirt, grazing my abs before sliding over the waistband of my jeans. She gets to the end of the bed and pulls off my boots with an almost teasing slowness, like she’s savoring every second of control she has over me. Then, just as leisurely, she lets her finger travel back up the other side of my body.
“And since our first night together, the urge has only gotten stronger between
